Dahlia’s POVI never got to see Dad again in those 48 hours, and it was pretty clear that even if I could, it would be fruitless. Even after two days of thinking, I still don’t understand how a simple inquiry on the case turned into such a bad fight with him.I can’t see Damon either. Apparently, the 48 hours is all they have to get anything out of him, and they are not allowing any visit until the hearing.I got a subpoena to attend as a witness, hence here I am, in the witness waiting room with a bunch of people that I have never seen in my life. Aiden can only appear as an audience.“This way, ma’am,” After what felt like an eternity, the guard came for me. I’m the last one to appear in court.The moment the guard pushes open the courtroom’s heavy door, I instantly feel Damon’s hot sights landing on me. But when I look over, he is already looking at the file in front of him on the defendant’s stand as if he never looked over.He looks the same as I remember him. Handsome, neat, sha
Dahlia’s POVI’m daunted in the face by this life or death question.“Dahlia Morgan, please answer my question,” The lawyer urges, his tone getting cocky, “Did Tom Sanders call out Alpha Damon’s name in the last phone call you shared with him, 10 minutes before he showed up dead in front of you?!”The truth is, Tom did. But somehow I feel wrong to answer yes.Too many things feel wrong.First of all, Tom lived in Damon’s mansion for weeks, and yet never has he showed any particular fear toward him. He is timid in front of Damon, but any Omega does in front of a fearful Alpha.Secondly, when Tom told me about that he heard the man who captured him calling the man behind the attack on that night “Alpha Damon”, he only mentioned that as highly suspicious of Damon, unlike the night at the train station when Tom shouted “It’s him! Alpha Damon is here!”If I’m trusting my gut, I would say that something made Tom recognize the man from the night of the attack on my pack, not Damon this perso
Dahlia’s POV“She’s lying!” My Dad growls at the judge, “She’s fucking lying! How dare you, you little useless brat?! You--”“Liam Palmer!” Damon suddenly raised his voice before the judge could react to my Dad’s outburst. He turns to Dad with a calm smile yet his eyes are cold as ice, “She is an Alpha now, as much as you are. I don’t want to see you disrespecting her again.”“She is MY daughter! And I won’t take orders from a murderer! You! You murdered my wife!” Dad spat at him. Frankly, I find it shocking that he dares to shout at Damon. No one else in the Leagues seems to have the courage to do so, not even Kayle.But I guess by suing Damon, Dad already put him on Damon’s bad side permanently.Damon shoots a worried look at me. I blink in confusion.Did he think that Dad’s mentioning of Mom’s death would change my mind? I hate the murderer and I want a thousand deaths of him, but that doesn’t mean I would jump and bite anyone who my Dad accuses without proof like I’m his mad dog.
Dahlia’s POVIn the end, Damon was found guilty.Something about him refusing to give the court Jared and stuff. I guess that explained Dad’s sudden change of attitude -- After five months, he finally got the justice he wanted.I wanted to visit Damon, but I couldn’t find a good reason.To see my old owner who kept me as a sex slave? To see the evil who was found guilty of the crime over my fallen pack? To see the man whom I betrayed and had a bad fallout with the last time we saw each other? Or...Just to see my mate.That word feels so strange to me now.I don’t have a wolf to feel the mate bond, and with Damon gone from my life, I have totally forgotten that I have a mate. Who is in prison now, for the most horrifying crime one can do.I can’t justify visiting him, and luckily, Dad and Justin helped me from struggling myself into halves.Dad has been unprecedentedly nice to me ever since the trial. Even nicer than before the incident, I would say. He insisted on having EVERY meal w
Dahlia’s POV“Do you even know what you are doing?! He is the monster that destroyed our home!” Dad presses on, but Aiden steps up and he stops a few inches away. He is furious and panting, as if he just hurried over when I decided to visit Damon. Two seconds ago.Could it be? Did Dad plant surveillance on me? This thought gave me a chill down my spine. Or maybe I feel cold because of how easy it is for me to suspect my own father now.I guess I can’t just forget everything like I was little just for a few days of kindness from him anymore.“You still haven’t shown me any evidence that pins what happened on Damon, Dad,” I remind him calmly. He is hiding something from me, I can feel it. And it annoys me. If Dad was using the stress of the case to explain why he avoided letting me in on anything before the trial, he is definitely failing to explain himself for still not showing me any of his investigations now.“You have no idea how brutal they are. Do you really want to look at the pi
Dahlia's POV "Miss Dahlia? Alpha Damon has sent for you again..." Murmuring, Ava's timid voice barely makes it through my bedroom door. I heard. He didn't just send for me, he sent his barbaric beta, Barke. It means I can either go to him, or get dragged to him. "Miss Dahlia...?" Ava knocks again, sounding like she's about to burst into tears facing the scary beta. Even for an omega, Ava is on the timid side. She is the maid Alpha Damon assigned me. How ridiculous, right? Giving an omega an omega maid. It's just one of his sick twisted jokes to humiliate me, just like the joke that's lying on my bed right now-- A red dress. A torn, red dress. They are having a huge party tonight here at the Alpha's mansion. He knows I hate joining these events, and he sent me this torn dress an hour ago. Then three men after that, demanding my presence. He took me home among slaves, saying he would protect me. I thought it can't get worse than being his sex toy, but now he sends me humiliations,
Dahlia's POVI need to fix the dress.I cut off the back area of the dress, wring it tight before tying a knot in the middle. It's now an irregular bandeau to tie over my breasts from behind. The knot in the middle of my chest, and its two ends draping down my back, one side a little longer than the other.The skirt area is too tight, so I can only fold it along its diagonals into a longer triangle before I sew it around my waist.He wants to show my body? I WILL show them!My bare neck and waist barely covered under two pieces that have no shape would definitely trigger that perfectionist's obsessive-compulsive disorder."You can't go like this! All you do is embarrassing him, you devil woman!" Barke eyes nearly pop out when he sees me, huffing angrily as I pass him.Like I'd care.Barke speeds up to block my way and I walk right into him. He dodges -- he doesn't dare touch his Alpha's sex slave. Even a sex slave, I belong to an Alpha, and am not to be humiliated just by anyone."Jus
If what I'm wearing now is slutty, then what her Alpha originally had in mind can only be described as disgusting. But obviously this is too much for her already. She is always in a tidy shirt with tight skirts, her hair always combed nicely into a bon behind her head, flat and dull, even now. Only this is the moment I suddenly realized -- She's mimicking Alpha Damon's neat style! To get his attention, I presume? An awkward attempt though. His style shouts restrain, but that brings up the wildness in his eyes even more, giving off a dangerous feeling of a fragile piece of clothing barely containing a fearful beast. However, doesn't have the dominating power behind his soulful eyes, her prude style only comes off as dull and boring. Now I can have some fun. "I'm sure to Alpha Damon, hot is defined as a tight hair bun." I curve my lips and Lola hisses at me. But she wouldn't cross the line, not with her dear Alpha next to her. "But how do you know he doesn't prefer slutty over