Chapter 7: Torment and Longing

Damien POV:

I awoke with a start, my heart pounding as the remnants of a nightmare still clung to my mind. The moon's soft glow illuminated my chamber, and I sat up, rubbing my temples to dispel the haunting memories. It had been a dream about Amia—the day I stood against her, resulting in her banishment from our pack. I recalled the accusations, the anger, and the bitter taste of betrayal that had clouded my judgment.

As I ran my hands through my disheveled hair, I felt a nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach—an unfamiliar feeling that I couldn't quite name. It was as if something was missing, leaving a gaping void within me. "What is this feeling?" I muttered to myself, confusion washing over me.

I rang for Caleb, one of my most trusted confidants. When he entered my chamber, I demanded an explanation for the turmoil I was experiencing. "Am I going mad, Caleb? Tell me what I'm feeling."

Caleb approached me cautiously, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and hesitation. "My lord, it seems you are grappling with guilt and longing. It's natural to reflect on past decisions and wonder—"

Before he could finish, I lunged forward, gripping him by the shoulders. "Guilt? Longing? I will not be weakened by such emotions! Amia was a threat, and I did what was necessary. Do you understand?"

Caleb nodded, his eyes downcast. "I understand, my lord. Forgive me for suggesting otherwise."

I released him, my anger turning inward. I began to pace the length of my chamber, my eyes darting wildly as I grappled with the unfamiliar emotions. "Longing for Amia? Absurd! She betrayed our pack. I made the right decision, and I will not be swayed by sentiment."

My gaze fell upon the sturdy wall, and with a roar of frustration, I slammed my fist into it, cracking the plaster. "I refuse to be haunted by the past! I am destined to be Alpha, and I will not falter!"

As I stood there, my breath ragged, the door creaked open, and Lily entered. Her soft features were etched with concern as she approached me cautiously. "Damien, my dearest friend," she said, her voice like a balm to my frayed nerves. "What troubles you so? You know you can share your burdens with me."

I felt a surge of gratitude for Lily, my betrothed and confidante. I took her hands in mine, seeking solace in her presence. "It's Amia... I can't stop thinking about her. I keep questioning my decision."

Lily's eyes softened, and she gently stroked my hands with her thumbs. "You did what was necessary, Damien. You protected me, our pack, and our future. Amia's intentions may have been unclear, but her actions could have led to disastrous consequences."

I nodded, my gaze dropping to our entwined hands. "But what if I was too harsh, Lily? What if I misjudged her?"

Lily's eyes flashed with determination, and she lifted my chin with her gentle hand. "You were not wrong, Damien. You made a brave choice, and I stand by it. Unlike others, I will always be by your side, no matter what."

Her words brought a flicker of comfort, and I felt a fleeting sense of peace. "Thank you, Lily," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "But I need some time alone to reflect. Please, give me that space."

Lily's eyes reflected a momentary hurt, but she nodded in understanding. "Of course, Damien. Take all the time you need. I'm just a call away."

As she exited the room, I turned my gaze to the cracked wall, my knuckles bruised and sore. The feeling of longing persisted, but I pushed it aside, refusing to acknowledge its hold over me.