Talia POV
One day passed, then two days, then three days, and by the fourth day, Damon finally arrived.
I should hate him- hate him so much that his thought itself made my teeth gnash.
But for the sake of the child, I still invited him over.
"Speak. Why did you want to see me?" He stood strong and powerful in front of me as his cold eyes bore down on me.
"Damon, I know no matter how much I explain, you won’t believe me. But I’ve something to ask from you.” I started, my voice shaky. Damon, I was your mate, and you have loved me once, right? So, If I die, can you please set up a trust fund for my child? Just give them enough to survive and get an education. That is all I want now., please.” I begged, sincere and humble.
Damon’s lips curled up. "Talia, it seems I have spoiled you so much in the past. You actually want me to take care of your and another man's bastard child! Why don’t you ask Carson?"
"The child isn’t Carson’s!"
"Are you still trying to say that the child is mine?" Damon sneered coldly.
I helplessly shook my head, my heart bleeding.
"I don’t want to prove anything, Damon! All I want is to secure my child’s future and for that I can do anything you ask for.”
"Oh is it?! Then please me," Damon said, grabbing my neck and leaning in close to whisper in my ear.
Then, he grabbed my hand and placed it over him. Through a layer of fabric, I could clearly feel his arousal.
Even though there was nothing left between us but hatred, my cheeks too flushed. Also, the scent and warmth from his body seemed to soothe the long-standing emptiness and loneliness inside me.
"If I please you, will you agree to take care of my child?" I asked, meeting his eyes.
"Yes," Damon whispered, biting my neck at the same spot where he had once marked me.
Old memories flooded my mind. He had once carried me up a cliff. In that secluded, far-away place, I had given myself completely to him. He marked me, and the sharp pain, along with strange warmth, had rippled through me. I couldn’t see the bond, but I knew that from that moment on, our fates were intertwined.
But why? Why did we end up like this?
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and gently caressed his chiseled muscles. And as I was about to kiss his lips, he pulled away.
I snapped myself out of the old memories.
No, Talia, this is just a transaction. We are no longer the same as before.
I, at once, got down on my knees and unbuckled his belt, taking his hard out.
"Damon, you can't back out," I said, looking up at him.
"Say it, you're mine," Damon suddenly yanked my hair harshly and pulled me to his manhood.
"Damon, I’m yours."
"Say you're a slut."
"I... I am a slut." Tears slid down my cheeks.
"Talia, you used to pretend so well! Only now can I see clearly, you're nothing but a bitch."
I didn’t reply and put my mouth on the job.
As he released, Damon left without a word.
I had never seen this side of Damon before; it was more beastly than a wild animal.
In the past, because I was an ordinary human, Damon used to be very gentle and caring with me. Every time we made love, he would gently ask me, "Does this hurt? Is it comfortable?"
But today, he treated me as nothing more than an outlet for his release.
The only thing I liked about him was he didn’t harm my children. And I also believe that he will keep his promise.
After all, during the year we were together, he never broke his word not just to me, but to everyone in his pack as well.
The days after I met Damon, things changed in prison, too. The food got better and better.
The guards even brought me some baby care books.
I curiously read it and followed the methods and exercises mentioned in it. Time flew by quickly, and before I realized it, five months had passed.
The movements of the babies grew stronger.
My belly had gotten so big that I could hardly lie down to sleep anymore.
I was carrying triplets, so from the start, my belly was much larger than that of a normal pregnant woman.
The gynecologists in the prison also increased in number. I didn’t know if that was too arranged by Damon. I haven’t heard from him since that day.
