Natalia I bit back a sigh, rolling my aching shoulders discreetly beneath the shapeless servant's dress. After being assigned to palace duties recently, the last few days had been the most challenging yet serving the impossibly demanding Alpha heir, Damian Walker. His exacting standards and temper made Lucas seem mild by comparison. My fellow slave Mary listened patiently that evening as I unloaded my daily frustrations in the safety of the servants' quarters. "Honestly Mary, I'm at my wit's end trying to anticipate Damian's wishes before he can find fault," I confessed wearily, scrubbing a grubby hand across my face. "But nothing seems to mollify him. It's like caring for a temperamental dragon with the appetite of a bird!"Mary patted my shoulder consolingly, her kind face etched with sympathy. "Patience, dear heart. You are new to his service still - in time you will learn how best to avoid rousing his ire." I managed a wan smile at her reassurance. Mary's stalwart support was
DamianI stormed down the empty palace corridor, fists clenched tight with outrage I could no longer contain. The day's endless vexations had finally tipped me over the edge into a rare open temper. That a palace slave would dare attempt to serve me dumplings, knowing full well I detested them since childhood, was beyond incompetent. It was a targeted insult, though I could not fathom the cause.Either way, such insubordination could not stand unanswered. There were protocols in place for dealing with recalcitrant servants who overstepped boundaries. I would see them enforced to the letter, and find the root of this affront.Bursting into the administrative wing, I sent for my assistant Kyle and began pacing as I awaited him. "How dare she."Speculation roiled in my mind. Surely the girl Natalia was not foolish enough to attempt such blatant sabotage. She seemed flighty at times, but not malicious."Why? Why would she it is clearly in my meal timetable." Which meant someone else wa
Damian I stormed through the vaulted palace corridors, servants scurrying out of my path. Rare temper darkened my face like thunderclouds, warding off any foolish enough to address me. There was reckoning to be had this day. None escapes justice under my authority.The object of my ire soon loomed ahead - the carved oak door leading to the head cook's domain. Normally a hub of activity, the kitchens now stood ominously silent, word of my black mood preceding me. I flung the door wide without ceremony, relishing how it crashed against the stone wall. All within jumped violently at my abrupt entrance. Stern eyes fixed on the cook where she huddled whispering with her assistants.At my thunderous expression, she paled and hastened forward, wringing her hands. "Alpha Damian! What an honor to have you visit my humble kitchens..."I cut off her sniveling pleasantries with a sharp gesture. "Enough. I have no patience for pretense when matters of discipline are at hand."The cook quailed u
DamianStormwind's hooves thundered over the packed earth as we galloped swiftly toward the forest edge. The wind lashed my face, blurring details into abstract smears of color. But my focus remained fixed straight ahead. I would not lose Natalia's trail now. Her life likely depended on my finding her before the elements or wild beasts did. Guilt gnawed at my core, sharper than the winter chill knifing through my cloak. If not for my stubborn blindness and temper, she never would have believed fleeing into danger her only choice. I had failed spectacularly in my responsibilities as Alpha.Only bringing her home safely now could begin to mend this breach. I silently prayed the gods grant us that chance. Stormwind tossed his head urgently beneath me, as if sharing my fervent wish. Natalia's loss would leave a wound beyond healing in us both.At last the shadowy tree line loomed before us. I reined Stormwind to a canter, then a brisk walk as we entered the dim undergrowth. Now stealth
DamianThe crack of a snapping twig split the stillness. I reacted on pure instinct, dropping into a crouch behind the dense bramble, one hand falling to the dagger at my belt. Stormwind obeyed the silent signal to freeze, nostrils flaring.Another rustle, closer now. I peered through the thorns, pulse racing. Had Natalia blundered into some wild beast's path? Or worse - were human bounty hunters on her trail? If she came to harm when so near to safety, I would never forgive myself. But the small figure that limped slowly into view made me sag in profound relief. Wrapped in a tattered cloak several sizes too large, Natalia looked utterly spent. Her feet were bare and bloodied, hands scratched from clawing her way through the underbrush. But by some miracle, she was alive.I stepped from concealment just as she slumped weakly against a nearby oak. Natalia gasped in alarm, recoiling until she glimpsed my face. Confusion creased her brow. "Alpha Damian?" she rasped weakly. "How...why a
NataliaGentle sunlight across my face stirred me to wakefulness. For a blissful moment I basked in the soft linens and soothing quiet, a rare luxury.Then memory crashed down - the desperate flight into the wilds, the humiliating recapture by none other than Damian himself. This gentle nest was a dragon's lair, my fear a phantomhed amidst delirium.I jolted upright, ignoring the flare of pain along my ribs and feet. But the spacious chamber was empty save for myself. Damian was gone as if a figment, the hearth's embers burnt low. Had it all been some vivid dream?Hissing at the raw ache of my injuries, I eased cautiously off the divan where I had apparently spent the night. Thick fur rugs muffled my limping steps as I explored warily, peering behind opulent draperies for any hidden threat. But found none.The sitting room stood vacant, decorated in elegant masculine style. Heavy oak furnishings conveyed quiet authority, much like their owner occupied my conflicted thoughts. What game
The Alpha's Transcendence DAMIAN I knew Nathalia wasn't happy with how I treated her "what would she think of me as?" I was just doing all these to protect her if she would understand. "No! What am I thinking?" I said as I tapped myself. "she is just a slave and that is how I am supposed to treat her. I don't need to feel bad about that," I said to convince myself. I decided I needed to stop thinking about her and the only way to stop doing that was to bury myself in work. I was about to get ready to go, just then, the sound of the feet of one of the messengers alerted me of the surroundings. the door buzzed open and it was Kyle. "Alpha!!" he said kneeling with a look of worry on his face. "what's the problem?" I asked with a tingle of worried look in me too. "it's your father, sir..." I couldn't wait to hear more about what happened to my father. he wasn't feeling well but the feeling I felt at that moment showed something, I knew something was wrong but then, he loo
Damienin the following hours after father died, tension slowly bubbled to the surface. The cumbersome weight of our father's expectations pressed upon us, mingling with our desires for power. Instead of uniting, discord crept into our interactions, and our shared grief transformed into resentment.As the eldest, I struggled to maintain the delicate balance, but the rift between us deepened with each passing day. The grudge morphed into something more sinister as threats and accusations were hurled across the pack's territory.It was at that point I realized we were straying far from our father's teachings, falling into a self-destructive pattern that could spell disaster for our pack. We had lost sight of his final plea, overshadowed by our greed and ambitions.Threats were carelessly thrown around, and tempers flared as we began to argue about our suitability for the role. The grudge between us grew, and it seemed as if our father's final wish for unity was a distant memory.But it