Molds

“Thank you for believing in me… or for not believing that I am made in the same mold as my father. I only have a few who feels and believe the same. “

The words left a bitter taste at Damon’s tongue. If he could only take it back, he would. But he already said it. Marion has already sensed his vulnerability.

“Oh no. I despise people or wolves with mindset like that. we all have distinct molds. It’s not hereditary at all.” – Marion said and lighted a cigar. He offered one to Damon who politely shook his head to refuse.

“I hope every wolf I meet is like you. Every wolf at home sees me now as the second Alpha Draco. Even… even my mate. She sees me as a dangerous weapon.”

What’s with the Virgo air that makes Damon speak these things?

Or was it because Marion’s presence is like a warm furnace that he finds it easy to be transparent around him?

“That’s sad to hear. However, it isn’t too late. You can still change her mind. May I know the name of this lucky mate?”

“She’s Harper… Harper Redm