CURIOSITY KILLS THE CAT

Damon was so exhausted, the Coronation had been a lovely but tiring event for him. But all that was reminiscing in his mind was Ophelia vibrating when the song got changed. He didn’t know why he was so curious to dig around, he didn’t entirely trust her though, yes she was Noir’s mate but she still came in as a rogue.

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“Alpha you sent for me”, Rocco said bowing his head down in respect.

Rocco was one of the guys with musical talent in the pack, and he was in charge of the music played during the coronation dinner.

"Here's the complied playlist of your coronation boss," Rocco said handing the CD to Damon

"Thank you"

"I mean I don't understand why you need it anyway."

"That's my business", Damon replied with a shrug.

" I mean I thought you were old but you are prehistoric"

"Rocco", Damon said through gritted teeth.

" But you're the boss", Rocco said with a nervous laugh before literally running out of the room.

Damon wanted to know what she was hiding but nothing would have prepared him for what he was about to discover...

Damon planned on confronting Ophelia immediately but she proved to be quite elusive. So instead of trailing after her like a wannabe detective, he decided on doing his Alpha duties which included visiting the pack hospital.

Werewolves from his pack rarely got sick in the winter because they got stronger as the snow fell and weaker as the snow melted. It was how the Moon Goddess ordained it. Some of the mated she-wolves had given birth to the cubs last night and it was Damon's responsibility to check up on them.

Nearing the infirmary, an overwhelming sense of loneliness overtook him. Yes, he’d been the lone range after his father’s death but he still couldn’t help but crave a little attention and company. Not the kind of attention the unmated wolves gave him, he wanted genuine attention that came from within.

He shrugged off his feelings and stepped into the infirmary. It was a surprise to him when he found Ophelia there carrying a newborn cub. She looked genuinely happy with the child in her arms. She had a heart of gold but Damon still couldn’t shake off his doubting instincts.

“Alpha”, she said bowing her head in respect. He nodded.

“Where’s the mother”? Damon asked her. Ophelia nodded her head and started walking ahead urging him to follow behind her. He did.

The baby’s mother lay in bed with sweat droplets rolling down her forehead. She looked exhausted. Damon almost shivered. Childbirth was intense, Christ.

“Congratulations”, he said. She offered him a weak smile before stretching out for her baby wrapped in a baby blue shawl.

“Walk with me Ophelia”, Damon said leading her outside.

Snowflakes had already settled on Damon forming a white crowd around him. Ophelia on the other hand was in a thick fur coat. She didn’t belong in his pack so she reacted to the cold as any other person would.

“So do you like music”, he asked her going straight to the point. He wasn’t interested in small talk. She looked in deep thought for a while before answering.

“A little, I don’t know much about it”

“Oh, what’s the little you know then?”

“I don’t know anything actually “, she said with a blush. She was shy. Ophelia’s shyness complimented Noir’s bravery.

“Do you have favorite artists?”

“No, not really”

“ I have a few wanna listen to them?”

Ophelia didn’t see any harm in it so she nodded. He handed her an iPod with a pair of headphones. She plugged them in and listen.

The first song played, and Damon noticed that nothing happened. It was probably not the song playing that makes her uncomfortable.

“Play the next song! This one isn’t as nice!” Damon said practically shouting so she’d be able to hear him regardless of the headphones she had on.

She nodded and pressed next.

The tune. The song. The beat. Her eyes started twitching, and her hands shaking uncontrollably.

Damon was right, she was reacting to this song. It wasn’t long until her body started to shake as well.

“Take it off”, she told Damon frantically.

“Who are you?”, Damon asked.

“Take it off. Please”

“Who are you!?” Damon said louder.

“Make it stop!”, she said tearing the headphones from her ears.

“Who are you?”, Damon sled one last time.

Ophelia regained herself before replying.

“I am a Xylnn”.

Ophelia had expected that after telling Damon what she was, an iota of realization would set in but it didn’t.

“For an Alpha, he isn’t all fireworks upstairs”, Bre commented.

“Who’s taking the light?”, Ophelia asked.

“I don’t know”, Dyana replied.

“I will”, Venus said.

Damon watched as Ophelia stood quiet. Her eyebrows furrowed like she was having another conversation in her head. She did that quite often. Damon thought. Finally, he heard her mutter some words with her eyes sealed shut.

“Springs flowers•Summer’s heat• Autumn’s Fall•Winter’s Ice”.

Damon watched in amazement and utter confusion as her face morphed into another one. Her hair was once straight cropped up forming large auburn curls. Her nose is straight, her eyebrows a fuller darker red. Her lips were full and pink. His heart pumped at the speed of a formula one race car. Finally, whoever she was opened her eyes to reveal a shared grey color.

“My king,” she said. It was his mate.