Chapter 12

Third person.

Damon.

Damon woke up earlier that morning and had a meeting with his council of elders. The meeting ended sourly and he went back to his room to rest.

He had seen Mia that morning but passed her by because for the first time in a long time, he did not feel like having anything to do with her.

What was going through his mind was Olivia, and it had been that way since the last time they had lunch together at Jacob's Villa. It was like he couldn’t get her out of his head. Something about her voice, her eyes, the way she bowed her head when she spoke, and the way her voice always came out slowly and cautiously, like she wasn’t sure what to say to them remained in his thoughts.

She still looked like she didn’t trust any of them, and he had tried his best to bond with her, but he could not understand why she was not taking the opportunity to be close to him. A lot of women would have thrown themselves on him when they found out who he was. But it seemed like she was closer to Jacob.

Maybe it was because she was staying in his house, or because he was nicer to her.

But he did not like that. It made him a little bit jealous. Their wolves were connected in a way, even though they had not commemorated their relationship in any way and had not had any deep or serious personal conversations. Whenever she was in the room, he could feel the connection, and he could not ignore it.

Now, he was in his room after his meeting with the Elders when he heard a knock at the door. He wondered who could be coming to meet him at a time like this. He had already made sure that none of his staff disturbed him in the mornings unless he had given them permission, so he was curious to know who was at the door.

If it was a servant, they would be adequately punished unless it was an emergency.

He stood up and went to the door himself to open it, and he saw Mia standing on the other side. She was wearing a see-through nightgown with nothing but a flimsy G-string beneath it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could see her nipples clearly.

Any other time, this would have excited him and made him feel relieved, but now he just stared at her in boredom.

"Hi, Damon," she said.

"What do you want?" he replied, his voice sounding annoyed as his expression changed.

"Did I do something wrong? It seems like these days you’ve been avoiding me and refusing to talk to me. It’s been a while since you came to my room. Do I not satisfy you enough?" she asked again.

He was starting to wonder why she had come to his room by herself.

"Did anybody see you coming here?" he asked, his expression serious as he asked the question.

"No," she answered. "Nobody saw me coming. I was cautious."

"Good."

She looked at him and tried again, placing her fingers on his bare chest and trailing her fingernails down.

"If you're stressed about pack business or have anything on your mind, we don't need to talk, you know. We've never had to talk much. I could help you relieve your stress." She said, as she looked at him seductively, biting her lower lip.

Damon looked at her, annoyed that she wasn’t getting the message. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to her or to interact in any way.

Gently, he took her hands and fingers off his chest and moved her back a little. "Mia, I’m a little tired and busy. Now is not the time for any of these things you’re trying."

"But you never refuse me... What is going on? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You know I’m always here, no matter what you want to do to me or have me take. If you want to try something new to keep your mind busy and occupied, you won’t have to think about all this pack business that stresses you..."

"Mia, I told you to leave me alone," he said firmly. "If you can’t take the hint, I don’t know what else to say." With that, he slammed the door in her face.

Mia was confused. Since the start of their relationship, he had never refused her.

Whenever he was stressed, he always came to her. They never talked about the issues. He always took his emotions out on her in bed.

She didn’t know what was going on with him. Ever since he had come back from the priest’s house, something had changed. She had asked him about it once, but he had quickly brushed her off.

So she stopped asking, knowing how much it annoyed him when she brought up things that didn’t concern her.

She quickly covered herself with her hands and walked back to her room in shame, brushing off his treatment of her, convincing herself he was just in a bad mood.

Damon, who was already in a bad mood after his meeting that morning, became even more annoyed after his interaction with Mia. He grabbed his jacket from the bed and walked out, calling his driver on the way. He needed to clear his head, and the first person that came to mind was Olivia.

"Where should I take you today, sir?" his driver asked.

"Take me to Alpha Jacob's Villa. We have a meeting today," Damon replied.

The last part was unnecessary since he never explained himself to his driver, but he added it anyway, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t growing attached to Olivia.

The drive to the Villa was not long. As soon as his driver pulled into the gate,

Damon saw Olivia and Jacob walking out of the villa, heading toward the garden. Before he knew it, a small spark of jealousy rose in his chest. He had to make Olivia like him more than she liked Christian or Jacob.

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he finally knew how he could do it.