Damon's eyes snapped open when he heard a commotion coming from down the corridor outside his room. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand: 06.37. Great, he had slept in! He climbed out of bed, swiftly throwing a plain black t-shirt on before opening his door and peering down the corridor.
"See the vampires face..."
"I wasn't expecting that."
"Damon will hear..."
Damon sighed internally before marching through the door and following the voices down the corridor. He turned a corner to find Ram laughing and joking with two other wolves, shaking something that rattled in his hand. Damon had seen the two wolves around over the last few days—Marcus and Mateo, he remembered. He grinned a predatory grin when he looked over his shoulder, catching sight of him.
"Damon has already heard, gentlemen," Ram said as he stalked toward the three men, his bare feet silent on the marble tiles. "I suggest you hand that over to Ram," Damon said, pushing a fraction of Alpha into his tone, warning Ram that it would be in his best interests to comply. Damon watched his internal struggle as he clutched the small jar tightly. "Don't make me ask again," Damon growled as he held his hand out, smirking when the other wolves placed it in his hand.
Damon looked down at the small jar in his hand, raising it to eye level to inspect its contents. His blood ran cold when he realized what was in the jar. He stared up at Ram, finding him glaring back with not an ounce of remorse on his face. Damon barely stopped his hand from shooting out and gripping the man by his neck. "The three of you, in the Ops center, five minutes," he breathed, turning on his heel to return to his room.
"We've been out on patrol all night, Damon," he heard Ram say behind him, stopping Damon in his tracks as the man sneered his name. "We are going to bed," Ram said, causing Damon to turn on his heel.
"It wasn't a request; it was an order." Damon roared, pushing a small amount of alpha into his tone. He remained expressionless as the three men took a step back, flinching when his tone washed over them. "You WILL be in the Ops center in five minutes," he said, turning once again and storming down the corridor, almost ripping the door off its hinges when he flung it open and marched into his room, slamming it behind him. He snatched up his phone from the nightstand, dialing as he tried to breathe through the fury coursing through him.
"Moni, get dressed, Ops Center, five minutes," he snapped out when she groggily answered her phone. He mashed the end call button before sending an institute-wide text, demanding they all be in the Ops center in five minutes. He tapped the screen a few more times, sending another text, before he threw his phone on the bed and got dressed. He stalked through the institute to the Ops Center.
Damon stood silently fuming as he waited for them all. Moni was first, strolling into the room with a shit-eating grin on her face. It soon disappeared when he showed her the contents of the jar, seeing his horror mirrored on her face.
"Where did you get this?" Moni asked as she stared down at the jar Damon showed her, catching the silent shake of his head. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves; she didn't even feel sorry for whoever the target of his ire was; she was too disgusted. She looked up to see a few people shuffle into the room, yawning as they shuffled in. "Are you fucking shitting me?" she asked Damon as she stared at them; half of them weren't even dressed, still in their pajamas. "Do you still think you will win their respect?" she asked, turning to her best friend as he watched them with narrowed eyes.
Damon counted them as they made their way into the room. He looked up at the clock, seeing that ten minutes had passed as the trickle of wolves petered off. Only half of them had shown up. He stormed over to the computer screens, tapping away as he got angrier by the second, slamming his finger down on the enter button. A predatory grin spread across his face as the alarms started screaming, announcing an attack. It didn't take long for the room to fill up. He counted them as they all poured into the room, weapons ready, fifty of them all together. He turned the alarm off as the last of them arrived.
"So nice of you all to join us," Damon shouted to the crowd as they all stared around, confused expressions on their faces. "What part of that text made any one of you think it was okay to ignore a direct command?" he barked out, watching as half of them scowled at him. Nobody answered. He turned and walked over to join Moni at the top of the steps, catching her eye as she glared around.
"Everyone, this is Moni; a few of you may know her already," Damon said as he stared down at them. "She is now second in command at this station. If she gives you an order, you will follow it without hesitation. She speaks for me and has full authority in all matters that are brought before her; do I make myself clear?" he snapped at them. "I SAID, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" he roared out, pushing every ounce of Alpha into his tone that he could muster when they all stared insolently up at him.
Moni smirked when she saw the entire room cringe, their faces turning white as Damon tone smacked into them, like a physical blow. She watched as heads started bowing, not one of them strong enough to look him in the eye. A few of the Omegas in the room even started to whine as they realized that they were in the presence of a true Alpha.
It was only the fact that she was his best friend, their bond lending her some of his strength, and his oldest friend that she wasn't cringing back herself, having built up a tolerance for him over the years. He was powerful! Every instinct in her Alpha body was driving her to submit to him, to bear her neck and stare at the ground; she could only imagine what they were all experiencing. Her smirk turned into a full-blown grin when she saw faces start to turn towards her, staring up with incredulous expressions on their faces as she stood erect, staring down at them.
"RAM," Damon barked out, watching as Ram jumped, trying to stare up at him definitely. "Front and center, and bring your friends," he snapped. He watched as the two Beta practically tripped over their feet to get to the front of the room, their instincts telling them to obey the powerful alpha, Ram trailing after them as slowly as he could. Damon could see the tremble in the Alpha's body as he desperately tried to fight his instincts—the instincts that were telling him to submit to the apex predator in the room—his Alpha instincts to fight, warring with the instinct to run from the stronger Alpha.
"Why don't you tell everyone what you had in your possession twenty minutes ago, Ram?" Damon asked when he finally made it to the front of the room. Damon had realized he needed to make an example of Ram to show them all that change was coming. "No? Fine, Ram, Marcus, and Mateo were carrying a jar of vampire fangs when they returned from patrol this morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said, looking around the room.Damon took note of the reactions to his statement, seeing who smirked and who was shocked, dividing them into two groups. He was pleased to find the group that seemed to approve of Ram's actions was considerably smaller, about fifteen in all. Maybe there was hope for them yet. He didn't miss the smirk on Ram's face."Please tell me, what is so funny?" Damon whispered as he rounded on the members, a vein almost popping in his neck as he fought back the urge to smack the smirk off the man's face. "These are someone's fangs. As if the act of taking them weren't despicable enough
Clary stared intently at the liquid she was brewing. She stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of her fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden color. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of her products, she thought with a smile. She glanced up when her wards went off, a few seconds before a magic circle opened into the room."Just wait!" Adira, her twin sister, said over her shoulder as she stepped into the room, closing the blinds with a wave of her hand before her mate, Jordon, stepped through the portal. "Three more orders," she said as she handed her a piece of paper and pressed a kiss to her cheek."So, has the Royal Alpha arrived yet?" Jordon asked by way of greeting, glancing into the corners of the room as if he expected the man to run at him with a stak
"I hate going Alpha on them," Damon said as he and Moni crossed the street, both of them activating their power as they walked. They both had a lot of "It's the same every time! Can't I just once walk into a station that isn't full of disrespectful assholes?" he asked, rolling his eyes when she smirked."You would be out of a job if you walked into a station full of decent, hardworking wolves. Get these for me," Moni said absentmindedly as she yanked the back of her shirt up so he could activate the power on her back. "You should have seen Ram when I escorted him to his room to collect his things. He cried like a baby, muttering about how you left him defenseless against the mixed-blood vampires," she said with a grin as they dodged out of the way of a group of schoolgirls, oblivious to the two wolves skirting their group."He stole a vampire's fangs!" Damon said incredulously, running his luna stone over the left side between her shoulder blades. "Did he think he could get away with t
Every one of Damon's senses went into overdrive as the scent hit him at a hundred miles an hour, like a brick wall, forcing the air from his lungs as he stopped breathing. His eyes scanned the entire room in one sweep, taking in every detail before his stunned brain could fully comprehend what he was seeing. His body started to shake, his knuckles turning white, and he gripped the handle of the door with one hand and the door frame with the other as the scent wrapped around him. He gasped as his straining lungs finally filled with air, forcing his eyes to slam shut as a wave of dizziness crashed through him.It took his addled brain a moment to catch up with the rest of his body, but he almost collapsed in the doorway when it finally did, forcing him forward as it screamed at him. MINE, MINE, MINE His mind screamed as the scents separated. He took in a deep lungful of air as he sifted through the different notes, his eyes continuing to sweep the empty room as he inhaled. Sandalwood, ja
"Fuck!" Damon roared, losing control completely as he spun on the spot, a deep, full Alpha snarl ripping from him as he slammed his fists down on the counter, a crack running through the entire length of the Carrara marble slab, making everyone else cringe and step back from the enraged Alpha. Everyone but Clary.Clary couldn't move a muscle, her control over herself slowly fraying thread by thread as her eyes slammed closed. Her hands balled up into tight fists, her fingernails cutting into her palms as her magic ripped through her body. She felt it push out of her, barely erecting a barrier around herself to protect them all in time before she let it consume her. She screamed out the years of pain and loneliness, all of her anger, bitterness, and sadness.Damon whipped around when he heard the sound—the furious, desolate scream that ripped from his Omega. The sound was like a thousand razorblades being scraped over his soul. It cut through his own pain, anger, and frustration; his Om
Moni stared at her best friend as he turned away from them, dropping the mask he had so carefully pulled across his features. She could feel the tremble of his hand and could see the clenching of the muscles of his arm as he gripped her hand. She had never seen him like this; he was always so controlled and so strong whenever he faced an impossible situation, but this? It had been a long time since she had seen him lose any of his rigid self-control, and she had never seen that look on his face before—that gut-clenching look of absolute desolation.She knew the others in the room would see an unfeeling, cold exterior, thinking him unaffected by the situation, but she knew better; she knew him like nobody else. Seeing the rigid way he held himself, the way he wouldn't look the Omega in the eye, the shake of his entire body as he held himself back, it made her want to take him in her arms and hug the pain away, something she had never felt the need to do before. She would usually just te
Moni threw her pen across Damon office, almost yanking her hair out as another wave of self-hatred reached her through her best friend bond with Damon. It had been the same for the last two days, a constant flow of anger, desperation, pain and self-loathing, over and over again, interspersed with short periods of numbness, a void of nothing where he clammed up and retreated into himself, trying to hide from it all.She couldn't take any more of it. She was just about holding the station together. She had begged, cajoled, shouted and tried to bribe him into leaving his room, to come back to work and try and put it behind him, he wouldn't listen though. She jumped to her feet and stormed through the station, glaring at anyone who dared look at her, maybe it was time to order him to pull himself together, it was for his own good!Damon stared up at the crystal chandelier hanging above the foot of his bed, counting, constantly counting. 972. The chandelier had 972 crystal drops. There were
"There hasn't been a mixed blood living in the head city for two, three hundred years?" Damon said his eyebrows almost in his hairline "not since the ending of the last rules. A step in the right direction indeed" he said with a nod of approval. "It seems Jasmine being made leader was the right decision, she has improved our organization relations vastly since she took over. Who knows, there might even come a day when a new agreement is forged between us, and the mixed blood." Damon said. He wondered what Clary would have to say about a mixed blood living in head city before banishing the thought as the hole in his stomach became just that bit more jagged."Yes, no thanks to you," Moni said with a proud smile. " You're the one who has forged agreement after agreement between station and mixed one worldwide, don't be giving Jasmine all the credit. I have Sofia under investigation, she was the one with the drug" she said when she saw his questioning look."When you say she was found with
Jordon turned the letter over, expecting something on the back but that was it, that was all the explanation given. "What does he mean our owl?" Jordon asked, his eyes flitting to the two owls perched on the coffee table, bored of the cake and preening their feathers with the odd shriek. "The Jenny woman said that too. Do you think they expect us to send a reply back with them?" he asked, pointing at the owls with a furrowed brow. "Why not just send a message?" he muttered."Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter outLUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRYPARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS"Broomsticks? As
"I don't know, but look at the addresses on the front," Damon said, staring down at the letters that were addressed to their kids. He looked up when Moni and David joined them, showing them the envelopes, they held, the same address on the front of the letters but addressed to their own children.Clary looked at the letter in her hand, the letter addressed to her son;Mr C.,The living room,Vale cottage,The plains of Mainland,Second dimension"Second dimension?" Clary asked, glancing at the other envelopes, all of them had the same address on them but Walker, Hennessey, Daniel, Amara and Josney were named as the addressees."Should we... should we open them?" Moni asked as she stared down at the envelope she held in her hand, addressed to Miss A. She looked at her mate, seeing the conflict on his face, the same look on Damon and Clary. None of them was in the habit of opening someone else's mail but they weren't exactly thrilled with the idea of letting their kids' open letters tha
Clary smiled down at Amara and Josney when they dutifully took up positions on either side of Hennessey, all three of them keeping their rowdy siblings away from him."Enough, you scoundrels" Damon shouted when he collapsed to the floor, almost squashing his son's when they finally managed to topple him over. He groaned, the breath being knocked out of him when all 5 of the kids piled on top of him, glaring around at his family, all happy to watch him succumb to the children. He groaned when they all just laughed at him."Submit!" Walker crowed as he got his dad in a headlock, high fiving his brother when Cai pinned his legs to the floor. "Submit, dad, and we will let you go," he said, laughing when Daniel and Oscar pinned his arms to the floor and Victoria sat on his back."Never!" Damon growled, bucking the children off of him with the help of his strength. He had learned to activate his wings it a long time ago before he spent any time with the children. He picked them up, one by o
"What did we say about portals?" Damon said, handing Oscar back to Jordon so he could give his kids the dad stare. "2 weeks. Don't even think about it!" he said when he saw all three of them starting to protest."But Dad! That's not fair, you weren't even there! Mom, tell him" Walker begged his dad, staring beseechingly into his dark grey eyes. They hadn't gotten hurt! 2 weeks was so unfair. "It wasn't that bad. Please?" he asked, tugging at his mother's jeans and fluttering his eyelashes."3 weeks, your uncle Jordon already set the punishment, you get another week for answering your dad back," Clary said, folding her arms and standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband. They had learned to present a united front years ago, their kids were sneaky, going to the other when one of them punished them or said no to something."That's not fair, he's not in charge of us" Hennessey cried, pointing at her uncle Jordon. "He doesn't get to decide the punishments!" she said, trying the eyelash
"That is my favorite sound" Damon whispered in Clary ear as she cried the last of her release out. He let his mate's head fall back to his shoulder when he sucked in deep breaths, twitching through the aftershocks of her orgasm. He smiled when Clary buried his nose in his scent glands, trailing his fingers up and down the smooth skin of Clary spine. Two days of constant fucking had taken it out of both of them. Only being able to catch an hour or two of sleep between bouts of hard, breathtaking fucking and toe-curlingly slow lovemaking sessions were starting to tell on them, not that he was complaining. "I love you, Clary," he said, a small thrill running through him at the sound of it."I love you more, Damon" Clary said, chuckling into her Alpha's neck, Damon loved nothing more than that's. She loved it just as much, she loved meeting new people so she could introduce herself as Damon wife, even after 10 years of marriage, just saying it sent a shiver down her spine. "You know tomor
10 years later..."Can you... believe we're... doing this again... fuuuuck... so soon?" Damon growled, punctuating each word with a thrust. He pressed his lips to Clary knee where it was resting over his arm, letting his teeth graze over her skin. He gripped his mate's hips harder when he heard the long-drawn-out moan Clary let out, tilting them higher off the bed before slamming back into her slick soaked ass."It was your idea, fuck, Damon!" Clary cried as her Alpha's cock grazed her prostate with the perfectly angled thrust of her hips. She gripped the bars of the headboard harder, her knuckle turning whiter by the second as her mate fucked into her. She groaned, throwing her sweaty leg over Damon shoulder when he continued to trail of kisses up her shin. "Fuck me harder, Damon, I need your knot" she whispered breathlessly."Luna, I've missed your heat, love," Damon said, leaning forward and slamming his cock into his Omega. He grinned into it when Clary dragged him down by the nec
Clary moaned when she felt some of Damon come dribble out of her ass, taking note of the spreading wet patch on the inside of her as she did her belt and button up. "What have you done to me, Damon?" she said innocently as she smoothed her coat down, silently thanking the mother of all gods for the length of it."Were you fuck! Don't think I didn't listen to every story Adom has regaled me with over the last year" Damon said with a grin. One of Adom's favorite pastimes was telling Damon all about the extracurricular activities they all used to participate in during the 1800s. He laughed when he pressed himself to the back of Clary body, a small moan escaping Clary throat as he rubbed his pelvis against her ass. He knew the wet patch in his wife would be pressed against her skin. "You will feel that every time you sit down" he whispered triumphantly, the thought of it making his stomach clench."Come on, I'm starving you pervert. Can I at least clean the rest of us up? We are about to
"I don't know what you're talking about," Clary said innocently, laughing at the way Damon adjusted his cock in his pants. The flush on his cheeks was beautiful. She only grinned wider when Damon glared at her as he pulled her down an alleyway between two houses. "I was only trying to get comfortable," she said."Comfortable my ass. You know exactly what I'm talking about, you did it on purpose" Damon growled, his mate hadn't been getting comfortable, he had been grinding down on his cock, in front of their friends! He pulled Clary around another corner and pressed her against the wall, crowding her with his body as he pressed every inch of himself against her. He hooked a hand around the back of Clary neck, pulling her down into a tooth clashing kiss that set his blood on fire. He invaded his wife's mouth with a ferocity that left Clary with no doubt as to what was about to happen, if his hard dick digging into Clary hip didn't convey it, his tongue certainly did.Clary submitted imm
"I think it's best if we just work through them table by table, then nobody can complain that we didn't visit with them" Damon whispered to Clary, pulling her towards the first table with a political smile on his face that he forced to reach his eyes, he would much rather be talking to their friends and family, the people that were there for them as opposed to their alliance.They made their way slowly through the square, greeting the acquaintances of either man, chatting for as little amount of time as was politely possible to those that they didn't like or know very well. They happily spent a little more time with those that they did know and like, like Anna and Roge, who had taken a couple of days off from travelling the world to attend the wedding. They explained that they would start a family once they were finished exploring the word, happy for it to be just them for a little while longer. Or Chris and Steven, cradling their blonde-haired, blue-eyed newborn daughter, Seraphine.