What Happened

Damien’s POV


I was heading to Darius’ room when I saw Kira rushing out, looking uneasy. Her breath was unsteady, her fingers trembling as she clutched the fabric of her dress. The moment our gazes met, my wolf howled possessively.
“Mate.”
Kira froze for a second, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something. But then, she averted her eyes and hurried down the hall.
Something was wrong.
My wolf growled in irritation, pacing inside me. She smelled different—flushed, warm, a scent laced with emotions I couldn’t quite place. Was it guilt? Shame? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t like it.
Frowning, I turned toward Darius’ room and pushed the door open without knocking.
I noticed Darius was not in his room, and then the plate of fruits scattered on the floor caught my attention, making me wonder what had happened between Darius and Kira. Did he do something to her? Did something happen between them? I was so frustrated and eager to know.
Suddenly, I heard it.
A low, guttural moan coming from the bathroom. I didn’t need to see to know that it was Darius in there, pleasuring himself.
I took a slow step forward, my instincts sharpening. Kira had just run out of here looking flustered, and now Darius was—
My wolf growled lowly.
Something was definitely wrong.
I sat on the bed, listening as Darius’ moans grew louder. Soon, silence followed. Moments later, the bathroom door creaked open, and Darius stepped out, freezing the second he saw me.
His eyes widened, the color draining from his face. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost, which made me wonder what had really happened between him and Kira. Why was Darius so nervous to see me in his room?
“You’re here,” he said, trying to hide his emotions, but it was already too late—I had noticed it. Something happened here between him and Kira, and I just hope it wasn’t what I was thinking. Kira is my mate! Even though I have kept it a secret and don’t want to acknowledge it, no one is allowed to touch her.
“I met Kira on my way here. She was dashing out of your room looking a bit…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my statement.
Darius shrugged. “I asked for a plate of fruit, but there were no bananas, so I threw it at her and told her to leave," he said flatly.
I stared at him with a raised brow, unable to believe his words.
“Darius,” I said calmly, though my wolf was far from calm inside me. “If all you did was ask for fruits, then why were you pleasuring yourself in the bathroom just after Kira left?”
Darius’ frown deepened.
“It's none of your business what I do in my own room,” he replied sharply.
I clenched my jaw, the tension between us suffocating. “Kira looked shaken. Did you do something to her?”
His gaze hardened. “I told you, I asked her to leave when she didn’t bring what I asked for.”
“But then why did she leave so hastily? And why are you acting defensive now?” I pressed, my wolf urging me to challenge his every word.
Darius sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, Damien, whatever you think happened, didn’t. There’s nothing between Kira and me.”
I didn’t believe him.
“Then why does it feel like you're hiding something?”
He scoffed and folded his arms. “What do I need to hide?” he asked with a raised brow. “And besides, why do you care what I do with her, huh? Kira is a maid! If I want to fuck her, hell, I will do so!” he spat, and my anger intensified.
My wolf growled angrily in my head, urging me to tell him, to tell him that Kira was mine, that she was my mate, and he had no right over her! He shouldn’t dare to touch her. But I couldn’t. It was a shame. A disgrace to be mated to her. He would laugh at me. The whole pack would ridicule me for being mated to a girl whose parents had a hand in my mother’s death.
Where I sat, I was seething in anger, while Darius and I kept exchanging challenging glares. Not able to tell him the truth, I decided to leave before I spilled it out of anger.
I pushed off the bed, my fists clenched at my sides. My wolf raged inside me, demanding I put Darius in his place, but I held back. Not now. Not like this.
Darius smirked, as if sensing my helplessness. “See? You have no reason to care, Damien. She’s just a maid.”
Just a maid.
My vision blurred with anger, my nails digging into my palms. Kira wasn’t just a maid—she was mine. But I couldn’t say it. Wouldn’t say it.
I exhaled sharply and turned away. “You better hope, for your own sake, that you’re telling the truth.”
Darius chuckled. “Or what? You're going to fight me over a servant?”
I ignored him, storming out of his room and slamming the door shut behind me. The moment I stepped into the hallway, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to control my emotions.
I needed to see Kira.
A guard passed by, and I caught his arm before he could walk past. “Find Kira and tell her to meet me in my room. Immediately.”
The guard hesitated for a moment, probably surprised by my order, but quickly nodded. “Yes, Sir Damien.”
I released him and continued down the hall, my mind racing.
Kira had run out of Darius’ room looking flustered. Darius had been pleasuring himself right after she left. The tension between them… the way he reacted when I questioned him…
Something had definitely happened.
And I was going to get the truth out of her.