MORGANA’S POVDamon looks worried. He’s been pacing from left to right all day. Good. Whatever it is that’s getting him all worked up, I hope he gets a stroke and dies because of it.It has been exactly forty days since I was brought to the castle to be the Alpha’s slave and it brings me a copious amount of shame to admit that I haven’t made any progress in my plans. I have found out absolutely nothing concerning the werewolves.It’s annoying and frustrating. I need to up my game and I need to do it fast.Ever since the Alpha put out his new law concerning the humans, everything has been better for us. They give us better food now, thrice a day. We have better clothes and better beds. They even stopped beating us too. Sorry Mr. Punisher, I guess you lost your job.This special treatment they’re giving us, I know it’s not because they care about us. The werewolves don’t give a shit about us humans. The alpha said he’s tired of losing humans, that we’re dying out too quickly. He probabl
DAMON’S POV “What are you thinking about Morgana?” I haven’t called her pet in seven days. I can tell she likes the new change given the way her face lights up every time I call her by her name. It’s almost cute. “Nothing master.” She replies quietly from her cage. I don’t believe her. “Don’t lie to me.” I state, raising a brow as I continue staring at her. “I was thinking about my parents.” I still don’t believe her. Why is she lying to me? I crease my brows, a frown forming on my forehead as I stare keenly at her. I open my mouth to ask her not to lie to me again but then I decide to play along with her instead. Clearing my throat, I walks towards my king-sized bed, getting comfortable as I fall to my back on it. “Do you miss them?” I ask, a faint smirk on my face she can’t see. A silly question I know, but I’m bored and stressed and need someone to taunt. “I do.” She answers simply. I can hear the pain in her voice. I should probably stop, but I have a thing for hurting peop
DAMON’S POV*midnight*I’m lost in thought, still in the meeting room when suddenly, I hear the bells ringing in a way that tells me there’s trouble.My wolf senses go wild as I get up from my chair with determination to find out what the hell is going on. When I reach the hallway leading to the throne room, I meet Ryder and Colton on the way with the same confused expression on their faces. “What the hell is going on?” Colton asks seriously as they both approach me. This is one thing I love about my brother, Colton. If his people are in danger, he will stop at nothing to protect them. “Master!” Some guards approach us at full speed. They look like they saw a ghost.“Speak. Now!” I command.“The slavery organization was apparently attacked master. It was the vampires Master. They took humans. The slavery organization’s pet master knows more about what happened. He awaits you in the throne room.”My eyes almost bulge out of my skull at the news. Vampires? In the werewolf nation? And
DAMON’S POV “So? What do we do?” Colton asks impatiently as soon as the last person walks out the door. I let out a deep sigh and take a seat, massaging my forehead. “What do we do Damon?” Colton insists irritating me a little. “I don’t know Colton.” I say sounding defeated. “I’m trying to think.” “Well while you’re trying to think, the vampires who attacked us must have arrived at their hideout by now. They have humans now and they won’t be stupid enough to kill them. They’ll keep them alive to feed from them which means they have an unlimited supply of blood now. And if the Vampire lord is still alive, I hope you see the problem this poses for us Damon.” He asserts. “Don’t you think I know that Colton?” I reply uninterestedly as I keep massaging my forehead trying to think of a way to solve this mess. “I say we attack. We shouldn’t wait for the vampire Lord to get strong enough to attack us first. I say we take the fight to him and defeat him. Just like last time. We even have
DAMON’S POVHer hands are small. Too small. After all what she’s been through you would think her palms should be as hard as a rock. But they feel like cotton on the back of my neck. I started asking Morgana to massage me after a month of having her as a pet.She hesitated the first few times, probably by how repulsed she gets when she’s close to me. She does it naturally now, not because she’s comfortable being around me now.I think she likes to fantasize about all the ways she would like to hurt me. I can see it in her eyes. Her hands are soft on my skin but her facial expressions say something completely different. She hates me, as she should.Her massages are something I’ve gotten used to. They do nothing to ease the pain in my muscles though. Her hands are too soft for that. It has just become a routine for me now.I speak rudely to her not because I want to, but because that’s how a master should treat their pet. I don’t gain any pleasure from seeing humans in pain anymore, es
DAMON’S POVMy brothers and I got to the slavery organization a few minutes ago. Once we stepped in, the smell of human as well as werewolf blood filled our nostrils.The vampires really hit us hard. How could we have been so careless, so irresponsible? How could I let them do this to my people.The werewolves are counting on me, Reece was counting on me and yet, when the vampires came, I wasn’t even there to protect them.“This is unbelievable.” Colton comments.“It’s even worse than I thought.” Ryder states.“Clean this up. Give the dead proper burials and double security in this place.” I order to some guards we came with.“Brothers. It’s time to go back to the castle and start with the preparations. War is coming.” I say in a low voice, searching for strength from the deepest parts of me. Once my brothers and I arrive back at the castle, we organized our troops making sure we had enough soldiers that were fit for war. We divided them into four groups each headed by our most power
MORGANA’S POV “Look at me.” He demands. I don’t hesitate to raise my head. I hate looking up at him like this because he’s too tall and it hurts my neck. His eyes are a bottomless dark sea. I don’t think anyone on this earth has eyes as dark as his.He’s too close to me. I don’t like it.I mentally scold myself for not noticing he was in the room. That just proves how easy it is for him to sneak up on me. I wonder how long he has been in here, watching me like some sick psychopath.His hand grazes my cheek sending unpleasant shivers down my back. He moves his hands from my cheek to my arm, leaving trails of his touch as he glides his fingers further down.“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out weak and frail. My question makes him abruptly stop his movement. Like he was under some sort of hypnosis and I just snapped him back into reality. I move slightly backwards away from him.The emotion i
DAMON’S POVThe trackers left early this morning to find the hideout of the vampires. I only sent out the best of the best of our men so with their werewolf speed, they should be back with news by nightfall. I hit Morgana yesterday, and I couldn’t get any rest last night because I kept getting attacked by this thing we call a conscience. Every time I look at her, I’m consumed and overwhelmed with guilt. I didn’t even realize how hard I hit her out of anger. Her right cheek is swollen and she has an awful bruise on her lip. Due to her pale skin, the spot where I hit her has turned purple. I can’t even bring myself to look at her. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have given a shit about this. The care I feel towards her is presently the most annoying thing about my life. Not even the vampires are annoying me this much. I guess it’s because I know I can destroy them in the blink of an eye with my serum. But it’s different with Morgana. I don’t want to destroy her. If anything, I want to