Beta's wrath

Damien’s P.O.V

“Sit down.” I said in a deceptively calm tone, leaning against the doorjamb. Staring into her defiant gaze, cold rage boiled in my veins and I wondered how I ever thought of Ella as innocent.

“Damien, I…” She started in a weak voice but I cut her off with a deathly glare.

“Don’t you dare say my name and sit down, dammit!”

She blanched and a nerve jumped in her neck before she lowered herself onto the edge of my bed but she didn’t lower her gaze.

Anger and bitterness burned in my chest but unlike Logan, I didn’t know how to lash out, how to express exactly how I was feeling with my actions. A curse and also a blessing if you look at it from different angles. I had a special trait of keeping my cool, no matter how I truly felt so this made me a natural peacemaker and a silent killer. The type of person that’d creep up on you without you having any idea of what they’ve gotten in store for you. But at the same time, my general exterior and calmness is exactly what made