CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

DAMON Point of view

As I stepped into the rogue pack's den, a mix of snarls and growls erupted, echoing off the damp walls. The air reeked of wet fur, decay, and malevolence. My eyes scanned the dimly lit space.

My anger seethed, simmering just below the surface. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, as I struggled to maintain control. The betrayal and rage burning within me threatened to unleash a maelstrom of fury.

I took a deliberate step forward, my boots crunching on the gravel floor. The pack's members parted, revealing a sea of hostile faces. Their eyes gleamed with a feral light, sensing my turmoil.

They all bowed to greet me as they noticed my presence. I ignored them and continued into the pack house.

My jaw tightened, muscles corded with tension. I forced myself to breathe, to calm the storm raging inside. But every fiber of my being screamed for vengeance.

"How dare him," I growled, my voice low and menacing, "how dare he keep her away from me?"

My vision blurred, red-tinged with fury. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses heightening. The room spun, colors bleeding together. I was a hair's breadth from losing control.

With a Herculean effort, I reined myself in. My vision cleared, and I shut my eyes tightly. I tried to remain in control as I struggled to locate my room.

"They will pay for what they have done," I vowed, my voice dripping with malice.

I smiled a cold, calculated smile.

"You have no idea what you've awakened."

I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I was breathing heavily as I tried to lock in my emotions. I wouldn't let my emotions ride me.

I couldn't believe that the alpha king would do that. Losing my first woman was enough punishment for me. I was still going to lose another woman? What if I ended up without a mate forever?

I stayed up the whole night making plans on how to make her accept me and how to finally make the lady mine. She had rejected me in front of her father, and that was what hurt me the most. I didn't know how I deliberated on that issue the whole night. I knew I needed to return to that pack and get my woman back.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I rushed towards the door, hoping that it was the messenger. I expected to hear something from the alpha king and his daughter. I expected them to send an apology and finally grant me access to take my mate. When I opened the door and saw the maid standing there with a tray of food, a loud hiss escaped my lips.

I was tempted not to, but I did. Yes, I pushed the tray of food, and it collided with her chest before landing on the floor. The plates shattered, and the food was scattered all over the floor. The maid gasped and quickly lowered herself to the ground. She knelt beside the food and began to sob as she tried to clean up the place.

I walked towards my bed and sat there as I began to plot. I took in the sight of my room.

As I gazed around my chamber, I was met with a space that reflected my unapologetic, rebellious nature.

The walls painted a deep, rich burgundy, seemed to absorb the dim light, casting the room in a mysterious ambience. My bed, a sturdy blackwood four-poster, stood like a sentinel, its velvet drapes torn and frayed from countless restless nights.

A sprawling, ornate desk dominated one wall, covered in maps, parchments, and the scattered remnants of my latest schemes. A lone, flickering candle cast eerie shadows on the walls as I poured over my plans.

The floor creaked beneath my boots, the worn, dark wood a testament to the countless battles I'd fought and won. A battered, leather-bound chair sat in one corner, my trusted companion through long nights of strategy and intrigue.

Trophies from my conquests adorned the walls. The tattered banners of vanquished foes, the gleaming hilts of surrendered swords. Each one told a story of my unyielding ambition.

This room was my sanctuary, my lair. Here, I plotted, schemed, and ruled the rogue kingdom.

I couldn't sleep that night until later in the morning. I didn't know how long I had stayed in my bed until I heard the knock. I groaned loudly in frustration. I looked towards the clock. I realized that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

I had overslept.

I stood up and quickly walked towards the door. My messenger was standing right outside my door. He handed a letter to me and I quickly took it from him. He bowed before me, and I waved at him to leave.

The letter was inviting me to a function at Jonathan's Palace where all the king would have to attend. I hissed, and I squeezed the piece of paper and threw it to the floor. I walked back into my room, dressed up, and left my room.

As I strolled through the rogue pack. I could hear some women whispering to themselves about the alpha King's daughter and Jonathan. I scoffed. It was just a rumor and nothing else.

The rumors continued. I called one of the women.

"What the hell were you talking about?" I growled.

"It is true. The alpha king gave out his daughter to alpha Jonathan as a wife."

My anger began to rise once again. I let her go. I did my research, and it was true. Once I got into my room, I punched the wall heavily as I groaned out in pain. I was thinking of what to do as I paced my room while biting my finger. I suddenly stepped on a paper.

It was the letter from the morning. I picked it up, and a smirk crept out on my lip. I knew now how to get back my mate, and I was going to do that at all costs.