Worried for the big day

“First, you messed up my coffee, and now this? You’re nothing but a constant disappointment, Amara! Everything about you is a mistake!” Damon yelled.

Amara gulped in pain, the words hitting her like physical blows. She clutched the shirt to her chest, tears blurring her vision. But Damon wasn’t done.

His eyes blazed with cold anger as he continued, “You know what the real mistake is? The real mistake was you ever coming into this world! You’re a waste of space, Amara. You can’t do anything right. You’re nothing but a burden — a worthless, pathetic excuse for a person.”

His words broke her even more, slicing through her soul like a knife. Amara’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt the ground slipping away beneath her. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Damon turned away, dismissing her with a flick of his hand. “Get out of my sight. I don’t want to see your face right now,” he said coldly.

Amara left the room in tears after Damon’s angry command, shutting the door behind her and leaning against the wall outside. His brutal words replayed in her mind, each one deeper than a wound. Despite the humiliation and heartbreak, she couldn’t stop loving him — a twisted, painful love that made no sense.

As she stood there, tears streaming down her face, Amara promised herself she would kill her feelings for Damon.

A few minutes later, the door to Damon’s room opened again, and Darius walked in, looking exhausted and sweaty.

Damon raised a questioning brow at his brother. “Where are you coming from, brother?” Damon asked.

Darius sighed and walked over to the bar — a mini wooden counter with bottles of liquor neatly arranged behind it. The room was dimly lit with thick curtains and leather chairs, adding to its luxurious interior. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a glass, and took a long sip.

Darius didn’t seem to be in a good mood, and Damon began to worry, eager to know what was bothering him. Despite their differences, Damon was the more serious and composed of the two, while Darius was carefree and impulsive.

Still, their bond was unshakable. They had always understood each other without words, sensing each other’s emotions and thoughts as if they were two halves of the same soul. Damon often acted as the protector, guiding Darius away from trouble, while Darius brought adventure and laughter into Damon’s life.

Worried about Darius’s sudden bad mood, Damon walked over to the bar and stood beside his brother. Taking the glass of whiskey from Darius’s hand, he emptied it in one gulp before setting it down.

“Tell me, where are you coming from?” Damon asked again, raising a brow.

Darius sighed. “From the gym,” he responded, then poured himself another drink.

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re in such a bad mood,” Damon pressed.

Darius ran a hand through his hair and sighed again.

“Come on,” Damon urged, hating to see his brother like this.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Darius replied flatly, but Damon could tell he wasn’t telling the truth. There was something more to his sudden attitude — something he was hiding.

Before Damon could speak again, a knock landed on the door before it opened.

“Mother!” both brothers called out in unison, their faces lighting up.

“My boys!” their mother, Luna Anita, greeted warmly, her smile widening.

As she got closer, both brothers kissed her cheek.

“Are you two ready for tomorrow? The big day?” she asked excitedly, while Darius and Damon exchanged glances before looking back at her — who seemed far more excited than they were.

“Tomorrow, you two, my boys, will become men,” she said proudly, and they both nodded.

“You’ll get your wolves — and if you’re lucky, find your mates among the girls present during the ceremony.”

“Never,” Darius grunted, while Damon chuckled.

“None of those girls will turn out to be our mates,” Darius sneered, and his brother scoffed.

“That’s because you’ve basically slept with seventy percent of the young ladies in this pack,” Damon teased, and Darius rolled his eyes.

“No lies detected,” Luna Anita said with a playful smile, supporting Damon’s jab. They both laughed, while Darius frowned as they teased his Casanova lifestyle.

“Let’s stop teasing your brother,” Luna Anita playfully scolded Damon. “Listen, sons, I just wanted to make sure you’re both preparing for tomorrow. Your father, the Alpha, has been eagerly waiting for this day ever since you were born. And I pray nothing goes wrong.”

“Nothing will go wrong, Mother. Everything will be perfect,” Damon assured her confidently.

“All right then, I’ll see you two tomorrow morning. Have a good night’s rest. I’ve already asked Amara to bring you some tea,” she said, pecking their cheeks before leaving the room.

After she left, Damon glanced at Darius and noticed his brother seemed lost in thought.

“Are you worried about tomorrow?” Damon asked, and Darius released a soft sigh.

“Of course I am. Dad seems so eager for tomorrow, but what if something goes wrong? What if we don’t get our wolves? Father will be so embarrassed in front of the pack,” Darius muttered.

Damon had also been thinking about it. He’d been having strange dreams, imagining their wolves never appearing. That would be a huge blow to their father’s reputation — especially since they were his only children and pride.

Damon eased up and placed a reassuring hand on Darius’s shoulder.

“I think tomorrow will be just perfect,” he said, trying to reassure both his brother and himself.

Still, there was a knot in Damon’s stomach every time he thought about the ceremony. He had a gut feeling that something unusual was about to happen — something they weren’t ready for.

Just then, a knock landed on the door.

It was Amara, carrying a tray with two teacups. Damon’s eyes met hers, and he glared coldly — still remembering how she had burned his shirt.

Darius, on the other hand, smiled warmly as she approached them.

“Good evening. Mother said I should bring this to you two,” Amara said with a polite bow.

Darius frowned immediately. He never liked it when Amara bowed her head and acted like a servant. He had warned her several times not to bow to them, but she was adamant.

Damon scoffed. “The last time I checked, she wasn’t your mother. She’s our mother — your Luna. Why do you always seem to forget that?” he mocked, turning his gaze away from her.

“I’m sorry,” Amara apologized, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damon noticed how his words hurt her, and an uncomfortable feeling stirred in his chest — a feeling he’d been trying to suppress for years.

“You can leave now, Amara. Thank you,” Darius said softly, while Damon swallowed his discomfort and looked away.

After Amara left, Darius turned on his brother.

“Why do you always do that?” he asked angrily. Damon wasn’t surprised — Darius had always stood up for Amara since they were kids.

“She’s human, and I hate the way you treat her. You treat her like a rag when clearly she does everything to please you,” Darius growled.

“Of course — it’s her duty to please me. She’s been our maid since birth,” Damon said, masking his emotions.

A tense silence hung in the air until Darius muttered, his voice low but filled with emotion, “She deserves better.”

Damon sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Look, Darius, I know you have a soft spot for her, but you must remember our positions. She’s just—” Damon stopped, the words heavy on his tongue.

“Just what? A maid? Someone beneath us?” Darius spat, his eyes blazing.

Damon wasn’t surprised by his outburst. Amara held a special place in Darius’s heart, and he expected this reaction.

“We have more important things to worry about right now. Tomorrow is a big day, and we can’t afford distractions over trivial matters,” Damon said, eager to change the topic.

Darius shook his head, disappointment written all over his face.

“You’re wrong. It’s not trivial… but fine. We’ll deal with this later.”

The room fell silent again as both brothers drifted into their thoughts. Tomorrow, they were supposed to gain their wolves — the final step in proving themselves worthy of their father’s legacy.

But what if they failed? What if the expectations were too high, and they crumbled under the pressure?

Darius’s hand on Damon’s shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come on,” Darius said softly. “Let’s head to the club. We both need a break.”

“The club?” Damon asked, smirking slightly. “Fine. Let’s get dressed.”