CHAPTER 5: DAMIAN STORMCREST

Damian Stormcrest walked through the castle like he owned it. 

Yes, he was in charge

Not because he was the Alpha, but because he had the weight of the pack on his shoulders.

His tall figure, broad shoulders and a hard body made him look like he was sculpted for battles. 

He moved like a force in the castle, his moves were smooth, calculated and controlled. His dark hair fell a little across his forehead, which made his face look a bit softer yet tight.

His eyes were gray and really piercing. They could make you stuck in one place without him saying a word. 

People did not look him in the eye easily, they could feel it in their bones and in their chest.

Then there was the Wolf Sigil on his chest. It was not very clear but you could see it. 

Nobody talked about it when he was around. It was not a symbol, it was a reminder of his role in the pack.

Damian Stormcrest moved like a wind, quiet. You could not ignore his presence. His wide shoulders, muscles and a small waist showed he was really strong. He was fierce.. Inside him was a battle waiting to unfold.

He was not invincible, he was just really good at hiding his feelings. He had learned how to cover up his doubts and fears over the years. He had a responsibility taking care of the pack and it was not easy.

He could make everyone be quiet with one look but at night when nobody was watching his thoughts got the better of him. He felt lonely. It bothered him. 

Being the Alpha was not about fighting, it was about making decisions and giving up things nobody saw.

People were scared of him, still they respected him. They followed him because of how he looked on the outside.. 

Deep down Damian Stormcrest wondered if he could be free like every other member of the pack, making life choices, living with the consequences and not being blamed for it.

But as the Alpha, his decisions are for the unity and future of the pack, not his.

Then there was Selene. Whenever she was close something inside him moved.

He didn’t want to think about it. But there was this connection between them that he could not ignore. 

The symbol on his chest reminded him that this role was real even if he doubted it.

Damian Stormcrest was the Alpha. He was in control. He was the leader his pack needed.. Even with all his strength there was a part of him that was weak, a part that wanted something he could never really have.

And that was, ‘not carrying all the weight of his pack as the Alpha.’

The Moon Goddess had marked him.

He had always known this.

The small Wolf Sigil on his chest was a silent reminder that the Moon Goddess had chosen a path for him.

One he hadn’t asked for but fully understands.

Damian had learned to ignore this reminder over the years.

Damian understood why the Moon Goddess had marked him. It has to be for something great. But now this mark was starting to feel different.

At first the difference was small. Then it became harder to ignore. 

Damian could not explain why Selene unsettled him in a way that he did not like.

Selene was quiet and reserved, always looking down like she was trying not to be seen. Selene was a maid and an orphan, someone who did not belong in his world.

Damian noticed Selene more than he should and this irritated him so much.

Damian had been around women like Seraphina his life, women who were strong and confident but Selene was not like that.

Selene did not fit into Damian's world or his expectations. But somehow she kept curling up into his thoughts.

When Selene was near him, he felt something shift, something Damian could not explain a pull that was not strong. But enough for him to notice and this frustrated Damian.

Damian did not like things he could not understand. Selene was becoming one of those things.

Every time Damian saw Selene something, inside him stirred it was not desire or curiosity it was something deeper and this put Damian on edge.

Because whatever this feeling was it was not going away.