Do you want his head?

Sabrina’s POV

Elena.

So these were the guests.

I looked at Damon, who had a small smile playing on his lips like he was watching some family sitcom. At this point, my blood was boiling, and I was on the edge of exploding, but I tried to stay calm.

“You look good in those outfits,” Elena sneered, referring to the faded, loose shirt and jeans I had on. I hadn’t been given the opportunity to gather much of my things back at the packhouse.

“She sure does,” Logan jeered with a wide grin next to her.

Logan…my ex-mate.

We were a match made in heaven… or so I thought. He had been the only ray of light in the darkness that clouded my life. I thought he was the one the Moon Goddess had sent to pull me from the miserable pit she threw me into the moment she took away my parents. But hell, was I wrong.

“Elena is my mate, and I’ve deceived you this entire time. We recognized each other the moment she turned eighteen. Dating you was all a game my mate wanted, and it was fun taking part in it.”

Those were the exact words Logan spat when I confronted him after catching him in bed with Elena. Deceiving me wasn’t part of the promises he made to me when he chose me as his mate.

“What are you doing standing there?” Elena taunted, dragging me back to reality. “Come and serve me my food.”

There were many other servants around, but I wasn’t surprised Elena picked me.

I turned to look at Damon briefly, and when I saw he didn’t object, I bit my lower lip and went around the table to serve Elena.

“My mate too,” Elena smiled sheepishly, and I felt a pang of something tighten in my chest. I balled my fists until my knuckles turned white, steeling my mind as I moved to serve Logan as well.

After I was done, I turned to leave when Damon’s voice caused me to halt in my tracks.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To my room,” I replied, turning to face him, lips pursed. I locked my hands in front of me, staring at my feet as if they were some sort of entertainment.

“Come here,” I heard him say.

My heart raced, and I felt tremors in my bones. What did he want from me again?

My legs moved on their own despite the warning bells blaring in my mind. I stood close to him, making sure to keep a wide distance between us.

“Come closer,” his voice echoed again, prompting me to finally look up at him. How close did he want me? I could easily take his order from where I stood. With some hesitation, I took a few steps forward, but when his gaze locked onto mine, I panicked and scurried over, ending up just inches away from him.

“Sit,” his command came again, but this time, it was different. I didn’t hesitate further; I rushed over to the nearest chair and took a seat. His eyes were still locked on me, and I wondered if I had followed the wrong order.

“Isn’t that seat meant for the Luna?” Elena asked, disgust lacing her voice.

The realization then hit me, and I stood up from the seat like it’d burn my skin if I stayed longer.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly bowed my head and apologized. It felt like my chest would explode from all the tension. I just had to mess up!

Damon’s eyes were still locked on me, his expression hard to read.

“Sit,” he ordered again, but this time, he pointed to his lap.

It can’t be.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Sit.” He tapped on his lap once more.

Fear gripped my heart, and I wondered if throwing it all away and jumping from the highest floor in this mansion would be the better option.

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I glanced between Damon and Elena. The latter’s expression was twisted with fury, but Damon’s face remained unreadable.

Swallowing hard, I dragged my feet forward, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. When I reached him, I hesitated once more, lowering myself slowly onto his lap, making sure not to let my full weight settle. My entire body stiffened, and I felt my muscles tense up.

I jolted when Damon’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in closer until I was firmly seated on his thighs.

“Better,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Eat,” he commanded next, his voice firm but calm, as though nothing unusual had just happened.

I jolted again when he spoke. His breath fanned the nape of my neck, causing my hair to stand on end. How did he expect me to eat with his hands wrapped around me?

“Alpha Damon—” Elena started, but Damon shot her a deadly glare, and her mouth snapped shut immediately.

I watched in confusion as Damon picked up the fork and knife, cutting into the steak and slicing it into bite-sized pieces. Then he lifted a piece in front of my mouth.

“You’re too skinny. Eat.”

Logan and Elena were just as shocked as I was. From the corner of my eye, I saw Logan twitch, and it excited me more than I thought it would. Basking in the shocked faces of the two, I opened my mouth and ate the piece directly from Damon’s hand.

He moved to feed me the next piece, but I acted faster, grabbing the fork and placing a piece in my mouth myself. I saw his brows furrow… was he angry that I fed myself?

We stayed in that position while I slowly ate, unable to overcome the discomfort I felt as Damon kept his gaze fixed on me like I was some fascinating creature.

I noticed from the corner of my eye the maids gathered in clusters behind the pillars, all visibly shocked by the scene before them.

“Alpha Damon, you can’t do this. It is highly inappropriate, and Sabrina is a… slave.” Logan abruptly stood up in protest, his hands trembling beside him.

Damon spared him a glance before turning to me.

“Do you want his head?”