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DAYA'S POV

I watched the wolf on the bed beneath him, her moans exaggerated and too loud to be real.

She was watching me too, with a smug satisfaction curling on her lips as if this was a game and she was winning.

If she was trying to get a reaction from me then she had chosen the wrong person. Because why bother? Tomorrow, it would be just another blackhead, anda different one the day after that.

He always favoured the blackheads, especially the ones with nasty behaviour and a sharp tongue.

Then he will have me sit there, watching him take them like trophies, his eyes penetrating mine as he released his seed all over them.

And I was never allowed to break the connection of our gaze, especially when he was about to come, I learnt that lesson in the hard way.

Night never had me miss any of his nasty acts, not even when I returned from his endless errands, bone-tired and craving rest, I still had to watch him.

Because it was always about him, my whole life was wrapped around his cruel finger. 

Did I just say my life? Scratch that I meant his life. Because he actually owned me, body soul and spirit.

I was cursed. Bound eternally to his side.

He calls it the Alpha’s Shadow.

A cruel joke. A title he crafted just to mock me.

A chain disguised as a name to hold me down and cause me more pain.

A bold statement to everyone that I was his property, though a unwanted property but still his property nevertheless. 

I watched the beautiful devil who knew he had my heart in his hands.

His face was art—

Wavy black hair cascading to his shoulders, shimmering like silk in the low light.

Emerald eyes which was too sharp and too cold for a wolf, rimmed with long curly lashes.

A straight, regal nose of a conqueror paired with full crimson lips.

Every inch of his face was sculpted with a careful precision, almost inhumanly perfect.

But there was where the beauty stopped.

Because his body was a total contrast to that alomost feminine face. He was broadand massive, muscles rippling beneath skin which was stretched taut over bone and immense power.

He towered above my 6’1" frame, his every movement dripping with the lethal, fluid grace of a predator who was sure of his power and unquestionable authority.

The grace of an Alpha who knew the world bowed beneath him.

“Ahhh!”

The soft groan pulled me back to the present.

I watched him spill himself all over her protruded ass, his breath ragged as he finished with a quiet growl, muscles taut with release.

A familiar sharp sting pierced my heart.

But I shoved it down — down into that rusted box, where I locked away all my broken pieces.

I could not afford to feel, not in my curret state.

“Get out,” he suddenly commanded calmly, his voice void of emotions.

Her lazy sex filled abruptly widened at the tone as she darted her gaze from him to me — searching.

What were you expecting pretty girl?

I stared at her with numb pity.

They always thought it would be different with them.

That they’d be the one to finally tame this wild Hybrid. A fairytale they loved to indulge in when the reality of our blood filled world was that they were all nothing more than warm bodies. Disposable after use.

“I don’t like repeating myself,”

His voice was lower now, but laced with a warning.

She scrambled, hands fumbling as she snatched up her clothes strewn around the room and fled, leaving nothing but her fading scent behind.

I tutted silently, another broken heart. Another delusion shattered.

“Why do you feel pity for her?” he asked softly, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes.

Shit.

I had slipped. I had forgotten to keep my emotions in check.

I slammed my walls back up, forcing my expression blank.

I’d momentarily forgotten who stood before me — the only surviving hybrid.

Wolf and vampire.

He didn’t need to see emotion, he could smell it.

I said nothing.

My gaze locked on his face but not meeting his eyes, and never daring to fall below his collarbone.

“Fucking answer me, Day,” His voice darkened.

The nickname twisted something deep inside me.

"The day to my night."

A whisper of a memory slipped through the cracks of that rusted box.

Back when we were lovers.

When he used to whisper those words with reverence, lips brushing my forehead with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time.

He used to smile a lot then, at least when I was around.

I hadn’t seen that smile since I came back.

“Come closer,” he said, tapping his thigh.

“I would rather stay here, Alpha,” I replied smoothly, though my insides tangled into knots.

His frown deepened, his eyes gleaming with growing frustration. The predator within getting restless.

“You know I hate repeating myself,”

I had enough scar on my soul as a reminder of that fact.

“You stink,”

The words slipped from my mouth before I could filter them, but I kept my face cold, neutral. While my insides were on fire thinking of what he would do next at that light insult.

Surprisingly he just glanced down at himself with mild amusement not the least bit of anger showing on hos face.

My eyes followed his gaze dropping downward to his naked lower body.

Damn it! He was still hard.

Heat churned low in my stomach and I quickly forced my gaze back to his face.

“Now that you mention it... I really do stink,”

He looked up at me, his smirk deepening.

“Which is exactly why I need you to wipe her scent off me,” 

The manipulative bastard.

He knew how much I despised the scent of another female wolf clinging to his skin.

I knew this was his sick way of punishing me for blocking him out earlier.

I stayed seated. My mind racing as I counted with each breath trying to shed myself of every possible feeling.

“Daya. Come,”

He said sharply, his voice dipping lower, dangerously close to snapping. As if he suspected what I was trying to do.

I stood, slow and deliberate, my legs heavy beneath me.

The moment I was within reach, he pulled me onto his lap with one fluid motion.

His head dipped instantly into the crook of my neck, taking in a deep breath.

Strong, nimble fingers unraveled my braid with maddening precision, releasing my hair so it cascaded around my shoulders.

Then he passed his hand through the strands gently, possessively.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered against my skin.

The heat of his breath tickled my sensitive flesh.

His arms was encircled around my waist like iron bands, holding me against him firm but not to uncomfotable that I couldn't bear.

Part of me melted, as always.

“Why do you punish me so, Daya?” His voice was low, thick with a dangerous sweetness.

My body betrayed me.

My nipples hardened beneath my thin shirt, a dull ache blooming.

Heat coiled in my belly, spreading lower, pooling where I despised it most.

He took another deep breath slowly ad his body suddenly stiffened.

Damn! He had smelled my arousal.

The throbbing, thickness pushing through the thin barrier of fabric further confirmed my suspicion.

I flelt his hand slowly move upward, cupping my breast with maddening tenderness.

“Night, please—” I whispered. My voice cracked, pain slipping through the mask I had done don earlier.

“Stop doing this to me,” I finished silently in my mind.

I loathed my weakness at that moment, at every moment he decided to play with me which was most times.

How effortlessly he unraveled me and how completely my body surrendered to his twisted torture.

But above all, what I trullly loathed the most was the fact that he knew.

He knew my body so well, every nerve, every weakness, every string to pull.

And he pulled them expertly, his most exquisite form of punishment. This was the danger of having a lover become your enemy.

“So why did you do it?”

His hand curled around the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze.

His emerald eyes were cold. Unreadable.

Yet beneath that blank expression lurked something... volatile.

“Why did you run away?”

“Why did you leave me?”

The silence that followed wrapped around us like a tightening noose.

Thick. Suffocating.