Damon couldn't stop the growl ripping out of him when he considered the text he had received. He sat there, stewing angrily for several minutes, before he heard a ruckus outside his office. His head shot up as his door was almost kicked off its hinges. He launched himself over his desk, not in the mood for any of them at the moment. As his hand shot to the blade in his left thigh holster. He whipped it out a second before realizing who it was, almost sagging with relief when he saw her.
"I could hear that growl on the other side of the station," Moni said, sauntering into the office, throwing her jacket into the nearest chair, and kicking her suitcases out of the way before she launched herself across the room and into her Damon arms. "Have you missed me, Damon?" she asked, almost lifting him off his feet as she squeezed the life out of him.
"More than you know," Damon said as he hugged his best friend, his one and only best friend. "I hope you're ready for this; these assholes are hard work. Thank the Luna, you are here, Moni. I want to put every one of them in a choke hold. Sebestian really fucked up," he said as he let go of her and walked back around his desk, slumping into his seat.
"It's that bad?" Moni asked, walking over and slamming the door closed before throwing herself into the chair in front of his desk, propping her feet up on the desk, and leaning back into her cupped hands behind her head. "Who's ass am I going to have to kick?" she asked, laughing at the sly grin that spread across his face at the thought.
"Jasmine's, for sending me to this stupid place," Damon said, almost yanking his hair out. He couldn't help but laugh at the shudder that ran through his best friend. "I'm kidding... kind of; the worst one is Ram. He was another Sebestian; he seems to think it's my fault his partner was sent to Wrangel Island, and he isn't too impressed with you either," Damon said with a sign.
"I've only just got here; what could I have done already?" Moni asked, spinning on the spot as she dropped the book she was inspecting, unable to resist poking around her friend's office.
"You took his job," Damon said with a chuckle at the outraged expression on her face. "He was Victor's second, plus, you do have that effect on people, Moni," he said, howling at the superior expression that spread across her face. Seriously, he had missed her! She was able to make him laugh without even having to say a word.
"It looks like I'm going to have to make this Ram my bitch then," Moni said as she continued to inspect his things. "Make him my assistant, Damon; you might as well really piss him off if he's bitching and complaining already. You know I can't stand the whiney ones," she said, smiling as Damon roared with laughter.
"Are you joking?" Damon asked as he wiped his eyes. Ram had been a pain in his ass from the second he arrived, a week earlier. The thought of turning him over to Moni was tempting. If he would do as he was told, that is. "None of them listen to me," he said with a frustrated shake of his head.
"Have you gone full Alpha on any of them yet?" Moni asked as she slumped back down in her chair with a scowl. She hated seeing her friend stressed out. He was too young to be hunched over with the weight of the station on his back.
"I've kept it to a minimum for now," Damon said. "I wanted to earn their respect, not their fear," he muttered, thinking back to his time at the Melbourne station, the SA station, the London station, and the Hong Kong station before that. He had reformed so many of them that they had started calling him the station whisperer, much to Moni's delight and his annoyance. He had tried to start out as their friend every time. And failed every time, having to revert to being the ALPHA each time. He had hoped this one would be different.
"Tomorrow morning, we are going to call a station-wide meeting," Moni said, ready to wrest some of the responsibilities from her friends' shoulders. "You are going to introduce me to the bunch of reprobates, and you're going to hulk out on them. It's about time they learn who their Alpha is," she said with an evil grin, which turned into a full-on cackle when he started laughing.
"I've missed you, you crazy bitch," Damon said, laughing harder when she jumped up, executing a graceful.
"This crazy bitch is here at your beck and call," Moni said as she straightened up and grabbed the handles of her suitcases. She threw one across the room without warning, testing his reflexes. She laughed when he snagged it out of the air before it could crash into his face. "Come on, you can show me to my royal quarters," she said as she dragged her other suitcase behind her.
"This way, your majesty," Damon said, leading her through the station, past the scowling faces, to her room. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as she traipsed around the room, deeming it fit for purpose. Things were already starting to look perfect.
"So, what were you growling about when yours truly rocked up?" Moni asked as she flung herself on the bed, leaving the unpacking for later. Her grin faded when she saw the look on his face. She sat up, realizing it was time to be serious. She loved playing the joker, but she would end anyone who put that look on her best friend's face.
"I received a text from Jasmine this morning," Damon said with a sigh. "I told her I wanted to sort this lot out before I tried to get a meeting set up with any of the mixed-blood wolves; apparently she had other ideas though. She set up a meeting with the leader of one of the most powerful mixed blood wolves, the new leader of all mixed blood in Nigaland, tomorrow on my behalf," he said, wishing he had something to kick.
"That was kind of her," Moni said with an eyeroll, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I love Jasmine, but she sure knows how to throw you in at the deep end," Moni said, feeling sorry for her best friend. She had heard of the woman before. Most mixed blood Wolf had; she wasn't exactly known for her tolerance of their group. She supposed it could only be a good thing that Damon would be the one to meet her. He could be extremely charming and diplomatic when he needed to be.
"Oh, don't feel sorry for me," he said with a sly grin when he saw the pity on her face. "If I have to meet this person, you are coming with me. She has thrown us into the deep end, not me," he said with a chuckle at her grimace. "Prepare yourself, Moni; tomorrow, we meet Miss Clary. The leader of Nigaland mixed blood with Wolf's. And I hear she is an Omega, actually," he said with a sigh. This should be fun, he thought sarcastically to himself.
An omega can really hurt their ass if they want to.
Damon's eyes snapped open when he heard a commotion coming from down the corridor outside his room. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand: 06.37. Great, he had slept in! He climbed out of bed, swiftly throwing a plain black t-shirt on before opening his door and peering down the corridor."See the vampires face...""I wasn't expecting that.""Damon will hear..."Damon sighed internally before marching through the door and following the voices down the corridor. He turned a corner to find Ram laughing and joking with two other wolves, shaking something that rattled in his hand. Damon had seen the two wolves around over the last few days—Marcus and Mateo, he remembered. He grinned a predatory grin when he looked over his shoulder, catching sight of him."Damon has already heard, gentlemen," Ram said as he stalked toward the three men, his bare feet silent on the marble tiles. "I suggest you hand that over to Ram," Damon said, pushing a fraction of Alpha into his tone, warning Ram tha
"Why don't you tell everyone what you had in your possession twenty minutes ago, Ram?" Damon asked when he finally made it to the front of the room. Damon had realized he needed to make an example of Ram to show them all that change was coming. "No? Fine, Ram, Marcus, and Mateo were carrying a jar of vampire fangs when they returned from patrol this morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said, looking around the room.Damon took note of the reactions to his statement, seeing who smirked and who was shocked, dividing them into two groups. He was pleased to find the group that seemed to approve of Ram's actions was considerably smaller, about fifteen in all. Maybe there was hope for them yet. He didn't miss the smirk on Ram's face."Please tell me, what is so funny?" Damon whispered as he rounded on the members, a vein almost popping in his neck as he fought back the urge to smack the smirk off the man's face. "These are someone's fangs. As if the act of taking them weren't despicable enough
Clary stared intently at the liquid she was brewing. She stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of her fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden color. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of her products, she thought with a smile. She glanced up when her wards went off, a few seconds before a magic circle opened into the room."Just wait!" Adira, her twin sister, said over her shoulder as she stepped into the room, closing the blinds with a wave of her hand before her mate, Jordon, stepped through the portal. "Three more orders," she said as she handed her a piece of paper and pressed a kiss to her cheek."So, has the Royal Alpha arrived yet?" Jordon asked by way of greeting, glancing into the corners of the room as if he expected the man to run at him with a stak
"I hate going Alpha on them," Damon said as he and Moni crossed the street, both of them activating their power as they walked. They both had a lot of "It's the same every time! Can't I just once walk into a station that isn't full of disrespectful assholes?" he asked, rolling his eyes when she smirked."You would be out of a job if you walked into a station full of decent, hardworking wolves. Get these for me," Moni said absentmindedly as she yanked the back of her shirt up so he could activate the power on her back. "You should have seen Ram when I escorted him to his room to collect his things. He cried like a baby, muttering about how you left him defenseless against the mixed-blood vampires," she said with a grin as they dodged out of the way of a group of schoolgirls, oblivious to the two wolves skirting their group."He stole a vampire's fangs!" Damon said incredulously, running his luna stone over the left side between her shoulder blades. "Did he think he could get away with t
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"Fuck!" Damon roared, losing control completely as he spun on the spot, a deep, full Alpha snarl ripping from him as he slammed his fists down on the counter, a crack running through the entire length of the Carrara marble slab, making everyone else cringe and step back from the enraged Alpha. Everyone but Clary.Clary couldn't move a muscle, her control over herself slowly fraying thread by thread as her eyes slammed closed. Her hands balled up into tight fists, her fingernails cutting into her palms as her magic ripped through her body. She felt it push out of her, barely erecting a barrier around herself to protect them all in time before she let it consume her. She screamed out the years of pain and loneliness, all of her anger, bitterness, and sadness.Damon whipped around when he heard the sound—the furious, desolate scream that ripped from his Omega. The sound was like a thousand razorblades being scraped over his soul. It cut through his own pain, anger, and frustration; his Om
Moni stared at her best friend as he turned away from them, dropping the mask he had so carefully pulled across his features. She could feel the tremble of his hand and could see the clenching of the muscles of his arm as he gripped her hand. She had never seen him like this; he was always so controlled and so strong whenever he faced an impossible situation, but this? It had been a long time since she had seen him lose any of his rigid self-control, and she had never seen that look on his face before—that gut-clenching look of absolute desolation.She knew the others in the room would see an unfeeling, cold exterior, thinking him unaffected by the situation, but she knew better; she knew him like nobody else. Seeing the rigid way he held himself, the way he wouldn't look the Omega in the eye, the shake of his entire body as he held himself back, it made her want to take him in her arms and hug the pain away, something she had never felt the need to do before. She would usually just te
Moni threw her pen across Damon office, almost yanking her hair out as another wave of self-hatred reached her through her best friend bond with Damon. It had been the same for the last two days, a constant flow of anger, desperation, pain and self-loathing, over and over again, interspersed with short periods of numbness, a void of nothing where he clammed up and retreated into himself, trying to hide from it all.She couldn't take any more of it. She was just about holding the station together. She had begged, cajoled, shouted and tried to bribe him into leaving his room, to come back to work and try and put it behind him, he wouldn't listen though. She jumped to her feet and stormed through the station, glaring at anyone who dared look at her, maybe it was time to order him to pull himself together, it was for his own good!Damon stared up at the crystal chandelier hanging above the foot of his bed, counting, constantly counting. 972. The chandelier had 972 crystal drops. There were