All Chapters of A Little More to Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damon's POVI don't want to leave Leena before answering her question. Leave? What does she mean leave? She must be having trouble comprehending that she's my mate. She's not leaving, I can't allow it. As far as Torrance's interruption, I don't want to overwhelm her with this Hybrid business when she's still barely recovered from the last few nights. It takes me several moments to calm myself and keep Dixon from rising up. Once I successfully calm myself and my body down, I rush to get my suit on and head out the door to where everyone else is. I'm making quick strides towards my study where the rest of my men are waiting for me. "Talk to me!" I shout out in anger. Another one of them has died, I can sense it. I feel my beast scratching to the surface to take the lives of those responsible. He's thirsty for the blood of those who dare threaten my people, my mate. My queen. Goddess! I need to calm myself down before I do something I will regret later. I can feel my entire body tre

Damon's POVThe rays of the early morning sun peek through my curtains and land right in my eyes. I wake up in annoyance by the sudden brightness and rub the sleep from my eyes with one hand. A slight groan escapes from me as I move around to get up. Except I can't move. Leena is lying on me, grasping me tightly in her sleep. Her mouth is slightly agape with some drool coming out the corner. The hair framing her face has come out from her braid and is in several different directions. I let out a small chuckle looking down on her sleeping predicament. She has really made herself at home here and seems to sleep more peacefully than earlier this week. I can't help myself any longer and stroke her hair and scalp gently. Her hair is soft like silk and I can smell my shampoo emanating from it and I can't help by smile devilishly at the thought of her smelling of me and only me. She startled the both of us by letting out one of those loud, sudden snores. After a second or two, she's bec

Damon's POVI'm not quite sure what I said or did, but I agree to walk her back to the room. The long walk back is spent in awkward silence, with only the sounds of our footsteps echoing along the stone floors. She's no longer holding onto me, but following a couple steps behind me. I glance behind and see her head hung low. She's completely distancing herself from me. I'm so confused as she initiated that kiss back in the room. I was more than willing to go further, but respected her wishes when she stopped it. I thought we were getting on better terms when she agreed to walk with me, so it has to be something that I said. The rest of the way back is spent with me replaying it all to figure out what I did. When we make it back to the room, she makes her way to the sofa in front of the fireplace and lays down, and curls up with her knees pulled up into her torso. Instead of ruining any good grace she's extended, I just go to the fireplace and work on getting a warm fire started s

Damon's POVI wake up on the sofa with my head resting on the softest surface I've ever laid on. I open my eyes to see Leena sleeping, head laid back and mouth agape and loud snores tearing from the hole. I chuckle quietly so I don't wake her up and lift myself up slowly. After I feel like it's safe to stand up, I do so and carefully lay her down across the sofa to ease the pressure on her back. She must have stayed like that all night long. There's a pang in my heart for not being able to tell her anything, but still depending on her like I did last night. I tried to clean myself up and change my clothes to mask the scent of blood and death, but I know she smelled it. When I turn around, I notice the journal sitting on the arm of the chair next to the fireplace. Was she reading that? Where did she get it? It looks awfully similar to the one that was on my desk. I pick it up and open it up to the spot she left off at. It's over halfway finished! How can she read this gibberish? I

Damon's POVTo say she surprised me would be a understatement. I never knew she had that kind of fire in her, especially since she's been so timid since I've brought her back here. However, I don't particularly like how she's used that fire. I admit that I'm probably too controlling. She's right though, I'm not used to being told no. I can't sleep now, not without talking to her. I get out of bed and get clothes on. I know she's in the library, but she said not to follow her. I know I should respect her words, but something tells me they may not have been her true intentions. What am I thinking? That's toxic and I have to change if I want her to be the best version of herself. However, we do need to discuss better communication skills. If she wants to be a strong, independent woman, it takes two to make that happen. If I don't know what she's thinking, how can I support her? That's it, I'm going to the library. She may not like it, but I have to establish this boundary for both o