Chapter Four - Damien

The air around Damien turned thick causing him to hold his breath as his wolf fought for control over his body. The muscles in his arms tightening and flooding with adrenaline, the battle clear in his crystal green eyes. Before he could stop himself – not that he wanted to – he was across the large office in seconds, pressing the small blonde up against the wall with his body.

His hand snaking around her throat, forcing her to keep her eyes on him.

“Mate”, he growled.

His hand tightening its hold on her small neck, his wolf satisfied by the close contact between them. Damien dropped his lips to her neck, slowly trailing his teeth over the exposed flesh between her neck and shoulder.

The startled gasp that escaped her lips sent Damien’s wolf over the edge and before he could comprehend his actions, his canines extended and sunk into the soft spot on her shoulder.

She bit down on her lip immediately, in an attempt to muffle the scream that slipped past her clenched lips.

Her blood was flowing freely into his mouth, strengthening their mate bond in an agonising spiral until completed.

Damien couldn’t control his wolfs actions, just like he couldn’t stop the threatening growl that escaped his lips as her arms tried to push him off her. Registering her actions as a form of rejections.

When his lips finally detached from her body, he could feel the tremble in her knees from the blood loss and the pain of being marked.

“Ahhhh”, grunted Damien, folding to the floor as her knee connected with his manhood.

She used the last of her strength to land a bone cracking punch to his jaw, before fleeing from his office and out the front door of the pack house.

Damien was on his feet in seconds, following her.

He was surprised to see how far from him she had gotten in her condition, most she wolfs couldn’t withstand the marking process. They ended up unconscious for days or their wolf forced on their heat early in an attempt to complete the process of mating.

He tried not to think of her in heat, aware of how restricting his trousers where becoming.

“STOP!”, he roared across the open field at her retreating figure.

Slowly she turned to face him and he noticed the fleet of emotions cross her strong features, until her eyes hardened.

“You marked me!”, her voice was low, however the growl escaping her was the most threatening thing he had ever heard. “How fucking dare, you”

The insults she was throwing his way, showed a fraction of her anger.

He could see the hate residing in her, bursting at the seams.

His gaze fell on her shoulder, where he had marked her and he was surprised to see the wound still bleeding and red. He must have forgotten to seal it closed with his saliva.

“You need to let me seal the wound”, he watched as she flinched at the harshness of his voice. It was the wrong thing to say and he knew that the moment she started to pace back and forth.

“Do not touch me!”, she sneered at him, her fists clenched defensively. Damien couldn’t help but touch his jaw where she had punched him. He could feel the making of a bruise forming already.

She’s angry, his wolf observed.

Well maybe you shouldn’t have jumped straight to marking her, Damien growled back at him, annoyed by the obvious statement.

She’s ours, he countered.

Damien could feel his wolf wanting to take charge of the situation and he knew he couldn’t let that happen. She was already furious and he worried what pushing her too far might do. The decision to leave her outside was difficult however, he turned away from her and before he could take a step in the direction of his house, she spoke.

“I, Andrea G…”, The words were barely out and Damien’s wolf registered them as a rejection automatically taking over his body. Damien closed the distance between them in seconds, cutting off her impending rejection. His body towered over her small height and the growls radiating out of him would have made any other wolf recoil in fear.

Andrea stared him down.

“You don’t intimidate me”, Damien noted the steadiness in her voice, the determination.

“Reject me, Andrea and it will be the last thing you do”, his voice carried an unspoken threat, the rage tumbling off him in waves.

Damien stalked off in the direction of the pack house.

He could feel her eyes trailing his departure and he could hear the tremor in her breathing.

He would not let her reject him.

Damien was back in his office, leaning against his desk when he felt someone enter behind him. He turned to see his Betta take a seat in the leather armchair in the corner. His eyes bulging at the purpled bruise across his jaw.

“What happened to you?”, he gasped.

“She punched me”, Damien smirked at the look of astonishment on his Beta’s face.

“Why?”

“Because I marked her”, The words left him rushed and he could feel his wolfs satisfaction at those words.

“She’s, our Luna?”, he whispered. “Wait, you marked her without her permission?”

The outrage in his Beta’s voice was clear and entirely deserving.

“My wolf marked her, I couldn’t stop him. I wasn’t expecting her to walk in”, Damien tried to defend his actions even though a part of him knew he had wanted to mark her and hadn’t tried to stop his wolf.

Damien debated telling him the next piece of information, because he knew Charles would judge him badly for it.

“She tried to reject me”, he breathed.

“Tried?”, Charles questioned.

“She started to and then I cut her off and threatened her”, Damien’s grip on the desk tightened as he thought about her face as she had tried to find the words of rejection.

He knew his actions had overstepped, however the thought of being rejected by her caused him pain. He had waited a long time for her and he wasn’t going to give up because she had heard stories of the monster Alpha.

Damien understood the irony in that thought. His actions in the last hour had made him look more like a monster than any story she had most likely heard. He was fuelling his reputation, without the help of stories. Not that the stories weren’t true, he had done terrible things, necessary but terrible non the less.

“You have to apologies”, Charles shrugged.

“Apologies?”

“Yes, it’s that thing people do when one person has done something wrong”, he rolled his eyes at his Alpha.

“I don’t apologies”, Damien growled.

“It’s your grave”, Charles shrugged, getting out of the chair and making his way to the door. He hesitated.

“Just make it right. You need her”, he voiced his concern before closing the office door, leaving the Alpha to his own thoughts.

Damien spent most of the morning thinking about their encounter before the bell rang, informing him that training was starting.

He rose from his chair.

He was going to find her.