004 Her Dream Coming True

Dahlia's POV

What was I expecting? That he might be a miracle after my pack was destroyed? That he can be my savior when I lose everything? 

I guess our mind IS oblivious. Just because he threw me a gift or two I thought I was cared for, I forgot that I had lost everyone that did care about me.

I have no one now. No one but myself.

As I'm buried in self-loathing, they are having a great time as if nothing happened.

"So, where did you find yourself such a stunner?" A guy shuts me an explicit wink and I bury my face deeper.

"How dare you!" Another laughs at him, "He wouldn't even let anyone see her if today wasn't--"

Alpha Damon clears his throat and the guy pursed his lips with a grin.

"She's not your true mate, is she???"

"No way! A mate for THE Hades?...No way!"

"Definitely! She's the first ever to move into his mansion!"

"Tell us, Damon!"

"Yeah, tell us!"

I close my eyes, only hoping this moment can get over with faster.

Did they not see what just happened?! Would the Alpha treat me like that if I was his true mate?!

He doesn't answer right away, and instantly whistles and taunting uproars rise like crazy. I definitely hear Lola's snort among them.

"She can't be. She smells weak, almost like an omega." A guy sneers, and that magically ends their heated discussion. They suddenly all shut up and turn to Alpha Damon with caucious looks.

His body stiffens at that comment. He's ashamed of me.

A bitter smile crawls on my lips.

"I don't see that as a problem," Suddenly a voice silences the whole circle.

That voice is fine like jade, unlike any of those pure noise from the assholes around me. Magically it soothed my aching heart. I raise my head from Alpha Damon's chest for a peek -- the man who said that was Justin Vaccaro, Alpha Damon's best friend, if he has any.

Sensing my attention, Justin lands his eyes on mine with a smile, polite and gentleman-like as he explains his comment: "An omega is a werewolf."

You are a werewolf. That's what my mom used to tell me, with pride. His words touched my heartstrings.

"What's your name?" I ask, peeking at him. I know exactly who he is. I just want to talk to him.

He smiles brightly, still in that gentle tone: "Justin Vaccaro at your service, ma'am."

I like how he pronounces his name. I repeat his last name in silence, and seeing my lips moving he laughs again. His jade eyes curve into shining crescents and I can't help but stare.

Alpha Damon blocks my sight with a hand over my eyes and a cold whisper by my ear: "A pet can be naughty, but not disloyal."

Fear shivers me and I close my eyes.

He is pissed because they taunted about me being his mate.

As if I want to be his mate.

Who would want to mate a capricious tyrant who sees you only as an object?! I don't. He is as arrogant and self-centered and cruel as it comes. He can kill without a blink, and schemes your death with a smile. He's "the Hades" -- the worst for a mate.

Besides, he is a peacock!

"If she's not your mate, then why did you cancel all your mate-hunting visits all of a sudden?" 

"Just tired of it," Alpha Damon snorts, his low drum-like voice vibrates my body, "What's a mate can give me that a tame pet can't? I prefer it this way."

Tame. That's the keyword. And the one thing I can't be.

"We are glad you are allowing yourself some fun," Some guy urges with sincere concern, "but you need a Luna if you want to go higher in the League."

Right. The League. The league of packs established by the 13 most powerful packs for control, with hundreds of small packs clinging around. 

All 13 of them are powerful, sure. But only 3 have a higher power over the other 10 and more. Known as the golden triangle. 

The 3 most powerful Alphas, grabbing the whole werewolf world in their palms.

The 3 seats that all Alphas want.

"I don't need a Luna. A toy is already so much trouble as it is." Alpha Damon returns to his leisure posture with his arm draped, except this time he has a hand around my waist. His thumb reaches under the tiny piece around me, rubbing the side of my breast tenderly.

Usually that soothes me, but not now, not when I realize it's just how he tames pets.

Carrot after the stick, right? It DOES work. Not anymore. No on me.

"You don't need sex from your Luna, sure, but what about everything else? Who is going to deal with the omegas in your pack for you? And who would accompany you to the League's events?"

Alpha Damon clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

"How about Lola? She's your most capable beta, she's loyal and she has been with you the longest. She's the best option for your Luna if are serious about giving up on your true mate."

I cock an eyebrow, peeking over at the suddenly bashful flower--

Looks like her ultimate dream is finally coming true.