Dahlia's POV"She hated my father, and therefore me. She thought he kept her around just so he could get an heir from her, his true mate, so she wanted the heir gone. She tortured me with every chance she could get. Once she put a silver needle in my food and I swallowed it. A wolf doesn't die that easily. So I sat there for hours, feeling the silver burn my insides as the needle pierced everywhere it could before it stuck in my stomach. My father punched me in the gut and it pierced out of me, from here. I was six. That's the story of my father killing my mother." Alpha Damon leans back in an elegant move, arms folded in front of him as if telling a joyful bedtime story to a child, when the story was the cruelest I can imagine.Unable to even find my voice, I cover my mouth with shaking hands, tears rolling down beyond my control."The world takes my father as a murderer, a cruel mate, a ruthless Alpha," He lets out a cold sneer, "but they don't know that he killed her to protect me.
Dahlia's POVTo break an awkward silence, he reminds me calmly: "You don't want me to spend the night here." I might have said that once, but that was when I resisted him as the cruel ruler over me, a bullied sex slave!His tone is still the usual, calm and cold without emotion, but now when I hear this tone that he used to tell his story, I can't shake off the feeling that there hides a deep sorrow behind its calm surface."Didn't I say I didn't know this was your room?!" I snap at him.He lets out a light laugh, leaning close with his sightful eyes looking into mine as if he can see through my soul: "Is this your way of saying thank you for the land?"If I say yes, it feels like I'm paying him back with my body; but if I say no..."I didn't give you this for your gratitude," He says with a cold sneer, the smile in his eyes fading.He knows what I didn't say -- if he didn't give me this gift, I wouldn't have asked him to stay. I can't say he is wrong."Why?" I get stubborn, won't le
Dahlia's POVThings looked up after that night.Still the same cold, fearful, horny Alpha, but somehow his image softened in my eyes. Maybe it's because he is less pissed off by me, or maybe it's because, on top of all those, he has one more label now -- my true mate.Now when he still remains silent but nods at my chatter at the dinner table, when he stays after sex and wakes up with me in the same bed, I can't help but think: this man is my mate. Then all his annoying actions seem less bad as that thought spreads a sweet on the tip of my tongue.You have to admit to the moon goddess's power -- even for me, an Omega without a wolf, the mate bond is totally changing how I look at him.Though he is not claiming me, I feel less like a sex slave now. Who am I to ask for anything more than this? I lost everything before this. But now I got back my home. HE got it back for me. Though I can't visit it at will, he promised he would take me there when he has time. That's more than enough for
Dahlia's POVI didn't want to go.Even before they left a blood stain in my mind, parties were dull. I had to mingle because I was the pack princess, but I couldn't mingle because I had no wolf. Even the polite avoiding of topics on wolf got me awkward. If only I wasn't the only child it would have been better."YOU want to go..." The Alpha cocked his eyebrows at me, drawling. He didn't believe me. I wouldn't have either. My request came as a surprise to both of us.But I couldn't back out. What was the worst that could happen? It was just a party."Are you going to be in two pieces this time?" He folded his arm as he leaned against the wall, observing me with suspicious eyes.Now that I knew he only wanted to spend his birthday with me last time, I felt guilty ruining it. But if he wasn't too proud to admit that, Lola wouldn't have a chance to cause the misunderstanding. Still his fault!"It depends on the party," I wrinkled my nose, dodging his eyes.He let out a short laugh."It's
Dahlia's POVEverything was perfect until Justin walked into the ballroom.I realized that Damon had got me a bunch of red dresses in different designs, intentional or not, red was clearly his preference. So I picked a strapless red one, giving a little cleavage as it wrapped tight around my waist and ass, not loose until my knee. For the dress I paired a scarlet hair band to make a messy bun, leaving a few curly strands draping freely.Glittering
Dahlia's POV"You are not going to cry here, are you?" Once the old Alpha left, Damon took the quiet moment around us to hiss at me, "If you dare get your tears on me, you will be responsible for the third luxury piece you ruined!""So what?!" I snapped, upset at how he only thought about his damn clothes when I was having a mental break down so I tried to rub my face on his perfect shirt!He let out a cocky snort before he grabbed my wrists and pulled them across each other to my back, pinning my hands between me and his chest, nailing me where I was."I don't what I would do without you..." Damon whispered into my ear, the sudden intimate words and his soft tone sent a prickling itch to my limbs like electricity, but then he added, "It's so boring when no one else dares to challenge me.""..." Jerk!Though now knew he was only taunting me, I couldn't control my body reacting to his lure. My ear tips turned hot and I tried to not focus on his firm arms burning my skin, but the jerk w
Dahlia's POV The dance was a disaster. A large one of an unprecedented view with a total of eleven Alphas starting the first waltz. It's the most sumptuous honor for any pack. Out of the 13 seated Alphas in the League -- well, 12 now without my mom, 9 came. The only two that didn't show up were the other two Supreme Alphas. Apparently, they had issues with Damon because he refused to mate before claiming the title. The last Alpha that joined us was Justin. Though not have a seat in the League yet, he was seen as the most likely candidate with Damon's accident endorsement. And now he was standing right next to Damon. From two meters away across from them, I could feel Damon's frustration. His body was stiff and his eyes ice cold. His Alpha aura spouting like a fountain that through our touched arms, I felt Justin's girl shiver beside me. My incident lit jealousy in Damon toward Justin. If only I didn't pick Justin to kiss last time. But I couldn't explain even though I had time
Dahlia's POV I don't how I managed to my feet, but I force a smile when I put my hand on Damon's shoulder. If I don't finish the dance, worse would happen to me than just one broken bone. He grabs my waist before taking my fingertips. The music starts again and I move with it. Piercing pain shooting through my leg, I manage to stand but there is nothing I can do about the trembling. He stops, again. In the center of the dancing pool, we are the only pair standing still. I look up in confusion and fear as I whisper: "Sorry, I can--" He leans in before I can finish and picks me up, landing my feet on his shining shoes. I stare at him in shock, and he glares back. So I swallow my objection and keep my eyes on his throat where my eyes land naturally. Though it gets much easier now, it still hurts every time he moves his foot under my broken one. But with him doing all the dancing I can focus on holding my groans in. Every time the pain burst to my throat I grip his hand or a whimper