I blushed, my heart feeling warm at the affection in his voice. His being so sweet to me sometimes feels like a dream. I remember When I first got here, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. He was so cold and mean. It was so hard to imagine that, at that time, all I was to him was "Dark Moon trash." I was Glad that I'm "shortcake" to him now instead.
He got up to go change again, and I dismissed my disappointment when he walked back out in a shirt and pants. I hoped at least that he'd go shirtless. "Are you staying over? What about Ralph?" I asked. Ralph still doesn't know about our relationship, at least to my knowledge. "He's not coming back tonight. He would be at midnight packed for a few days. Didn't he tell you?" Oh. I do faintly recall him saying something about that, but I must have been too occupied with being depressed to remember. At my intuitive expression, He ruffles my hair, climbing on the bed with me. "Come h"Yeah, fuck!" he snaps, pushing me off him and standing up. "That still doesn't explain the fact that you ratted me out!" I said, jabbing my hand at his chest. "I didn't--" he shook his head, "I didn't rat you out. They caught me! I was getting more of that fucking wolfsbane shit from the underground garden and sure enough, your psycho-ass brother found me!" "Why were you down there without me?" "Because you wanted to go on your fucking date and I wanted to get more evidence against Tristan! We needed more than that little bag of leaves you took home!" he exclaimed. "So what happened when they caught you?" "They already knew I was working with you. So they said if I joined them, they wouldn't kill me." "Oh, but you could fucking leave me for death!" I snarled. "It's not that simple, Damron! I couldn't fight them. If I did, we would have even less of a chance of getting out of this if both of us were lock
DAMEON'S POV Two alphas guided me through the forest near my father's house, my hands were shackled together behind my back as they roughly pushed me onwards. Tristen walked ahead of us, leading us to the edge of the road. When he turned around, the alphas shoved me on my knees and my heart raced in fear and anger. But I didn't fight back. Not with the gun Tristan gripped tightly in his hands.Most packs had outlawed guns because of their lethal force that even a werewolf's superior healing couldn't stand against. They were far more fatal to omegas, who didn't have the body mass to block a bullet from hitting a vital organ. I swallow down my anxiety, looking up at him.He glared at me before grabbing my face with one rough hand."Don't you dare say anything off-script? You will reject her properly. You will say you are leaving on a long-term mission. I will be listening the entire time, a barrel of silver bullets pointed at your mate's head. Any funny business and
My heart was pounding really fast as I waited on the steps of the porch, waiting for his arrival. It reminded me of our failed first date, and it kind of made me sad...but today will make up for it all.When I saw a figure walking up in the distance, my heart soared, and I leaped to my feet."Dameon!" I ran up to him with a beaming smile. I expected him to hold out his arms for me to jump into like he usually does, but he didn't; odd, but I still hugged him anyway, squeezing myself against his chest."I missed you," I confessed, before pulling back to look at him."What Happened? Where were you?"He went stiff under my grasp, his face hardened as he looked down at me."D-Dameon?" I questioned."I need to talk to you," he said, his voice unreadable."Me too! Uh, P-Prom is coming up at my school and I was wondering-well,I know you're a little old for prom, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to go with me? Like, as a couple, since we're..y'know-""Sto
WILLOW'S POVI sighed, checking my phone for the 100th time today, refreshing my text with Dameon."Still no word from him?" Lia asked from across the cafeteria table and I just groaned, laying my head down on the table."He is probably busy, and maybe it's a secret mission where he is not allowed to use his phone," Bri suggested, taking a bite from her sandwich."But he would never follow a stupid rule like that to stop him," I shook my head, "He would always find a way to contact me!""Exactly," Lia cuts in, "You know your mate, Willow. And he would never do this without a good reason. Just wait a little longer,"I looked hopelessly off into space, the uneasy feeling in my stomach refusing to fade despite my friends' reassurance. "It doesn't make sense. It's been almost a week. And he missed our date,""If I were as lucky as him, I would never miss a date with my omega," Jake said, cutting into the conversation.Lia squints an
"Do you want to know where you can find her?" I suddenly said, my voice shaking with restraint as I held myself back from losing it.He looked confused. "What?""Come here. I'll tell you," I said, beckoning him closer.He must have lost all his brain cells when I beat him up the first time because he listened. He walked over like the moron that he is. "You're saying I can fuck him?" He asked, coming right up to the bars.That's it. I swiftly knelt down to the ground, yanking the chain attached to his ankle up and looping it around his neck. His eyes bulge in surprise and he sputters, struggling and choking as I pulled the metal chain around his airway."You're going to rot in hell," I seethe, yanking it even tighter and pulling him against the silver bars. He howls in pain as they start to burn his face, choking and clawing at his throat. He looked at me with one desperate, internally bleeding eye, as if begging me to stop."That's right," I snarl, "Let me see you scared. You know wha
DAMEON'S POV CONTINUED...I woke up on a cold, hard floor once again, my back against a hard cement wall. I was dirty and my clothes were ripped. And the memory of what happened came flooding back. How Tristan had threatened me and how I lost controlI cursed under my breath, grunting as I pulled my aching body up from the floor. I looked around confused. Where was I? I was not in the same place as before and it was dark, the only light small wall lamp across the room. And There were bars. Cell bars. I was in the park prison.It smelled like shit, the room was dark. I walked to the bars and went to test if I would be able to break through them. I hissed in pain as they stung the skin on my hands, realizing they must be infused with silver. fucking dammit. How was I going to get out of here?I tried kicking the bars with my shoe to avoid contact but they didn't budge. The bars were cemented into the ground. I groaned and braced my forearms against the wall in frustration. I needed to
My blood ran cold. Because by council ordinances, the punishment for an enemy infiltrating the pack was execution.He laughed at the look on my face."Not so tough now, are you?""Fuck. You." I growled, trying not to lose it."Curse at me all you want. It's not going to get you anywhere. I'm in charge here, and I have the power to do whatever I want with your mate,"My eyes widened, my heart seizing in alarm. "No. Don't you dare bring her into this? I will take the blame for everything!" I quickly tried to change the course of the conversation back to me instead of my mate."Do you mean that?""Yes. Just don't touch her. Please Don't touch her. Please." I begged, a desperate tone coming to my voice. Not willow. Anything but that."Don't try to act like you are some sort of valiant hero saving your mate. You're rogue scum. Remember that,"I bit back any retaliation, letting him say what he wanted. What I couldn't afford was to make the situation worse
Dameon's povSince Willow wanted to get ready separately and I had to go get the bouquet, we agreed that I would go to my place while she stayed at the house. I hated leaving her alone, but she said that her friend would come over during the day, so that gave me some relief. I drove up the road, thinking about what Zed and I found the other day. Some strange underground garden under the city. There was Definitely some type of drug being grown from the plant and I took a sample home as evidence. What Zed and I planned to do was to get Tristen on trial with the council once we gathered enough evidence that would connect this all back to him. I used to question whether he was actually involved in this but now I have no doubt. He has secretive meetings with other alphas of the pack and tries to hide it all from me. What a prick. I approached the turn that led to my father's house when I saw something in the road. I slowed down a bit to stop when I realized i
DAMEON'S POV ( earlier that day)My phone lit up with a message from my mate from where it lay on the counter as I walked into my room. I smiled, setting down the bouquet of flowers I got for him to answer the text.My sweetie: What time are you coming?Me: 5. Is that okay?My sweetie: yes!! What are you gonna wear?Me: not tellingMy sweetie: hmph!! Why notI grinned to myself, leaning over the counter Me: you'll see me soon enoughMy sweetie: I bet you would be wearing what you always wear. Black shirt and jeansMe: Now, you are wrong…I was planning to wear my special white shirtMy sweetie: your sleeping shirt?? Cuz That's the only non-black piece of clothing you own...Me: We can't all wear cute little outfits every dayMy sweetie: I'll take that as a compliment. U think my outfits are cuteMe: ur cute.Shortcake: yea yea…thanks for the compliment.God, I must look like an idiot just laughing and grinning at m