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Amelia's POV"Huh?" I stared blankly at Elizabeth. "I didn't hear that correctly, right?" I asked in shock, turning around from where she had been rubbing the balm on my bruised back where Cassius had beaten me mercilessly for sleeping off in the Alpha's room and coming back smelling like him. It felt like I had misheard her because it could not be possible. Okay, maybe it was because he had rubbed balm on my face and neck too when I had been in his room and I had slept afterward but this, giving Elizabeth balm specifically to treat my wounds sounded very suspicious and unbelievable. Because why would he? He was supposed to punish me for spilling wine on him and yet, here he was, sending me an ointment for injuries that he was not even responsible for. It took me back to the first time Cassius had flogged me. It had been over the temperature of his blood drink. Apparently, when he had said he wanted it cool, he did not mean cold. I had taken the cold glass of blood to his office a
Amelia's POVI was still confused as I headed back to my bedroom after leaving the Alpha's room. The knot in my stomach tightened as I rushed to my bedroom to quickly shower just in case Cassius sent for me after his meeting.I didn't want to smell like Damien or his room even though for some odd reason, his scent felt like an aphrodisiac to me and I wanted it to remain on my skin for a lot longer. Don't be ridiculous, Amelia. Now my thoughts were bordering on insane. Why was I feeling like this?Damien was not the first handsome man that I had come across and he would not be the last. Cassius was handsome. Even Dr. Mark Goodman did not look so bad when he was not giving me that creepy ass smile that I was sure he thought was alluring. Being attractive was woven into the genes of the supernaturals and I needed to remember that just because Damien had not caused me any physical harm, it would be unwise to lay down my guard around him. As I showered and applied the balm that he had
Damien's POV Mate. That was the first time I had actually said that word out loud. It was still almost inconceivable to imagine that of all places, I had found my mate in the house of a Vampire. As a slave. I remembered vividly the first time I had seen her. It had been her scent that had called to me like a siren. I had just gotten out of the car and was hit with a scent so delicious, it was intoxicating. I had blinked back hard as I searched the crowd of people gathered outside waiting for us and settled on her and I had frozen. Completely oblivious of what she was to me, of the effect and pull she had on me, she had stared back, the mating bond perhaps making her stare for me for much longer than she had wanted to as she blinked gently, her large emerald green eyes wide with curiosity as she studied me and it had taken everything in me to ignore her. I wanted to claim her right there and then. I had wanted to make her mine at that very moment. And then I had found out
Amelia's POV I was sure that if my heart raced any further than this, I was going to have a heart attack. Perhaps I had heard wrong when Damien said, mate. Maybe he was not referring to me when he had said that. I knew what mates were because of how starry-eyed the maids usually went when they gossiped about the supernatural world and all of its fantasies. Surely that was not what he had meant? A part of me wanted to hope that it was true, that perhaps the one who would save me was Damien like the girls always whispered about when they told their stories but I could not get my mind off how his face had hardened and his eyes had changed suddenly. At how he reminded me of Cassius and all of his cruelty with just one look. My breath hitched as I remembered how he had held me against the wall, his scent filling my nostrils, and how his blue eyes had darkened as he cupped my chin and tilted it up so that he could gaze into my eyes. I had felt my nipples tighten and the strong u
Amelia's POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a white ceiling. The fan rotated in a clockwise motion and I tried to focus but it was really hard to keep my eyes open. Where was I? Had I died? Was this heaven? What had happened to me? I heard some voices murmuring but they sounded so far away and as I tried to move, the sting of pain on my neck and entire body, especially on my back made me freeze and all of the memories came rushing back to me. I had been in Damien's room and he had called me his mate. I had heard the maids whispering about it being something like a wife but I was still uncertain of what it truly meant. And then I had escaped his hold and rushed back to my room to find Cassius... I winced in pain as all of the terrible memories came back to me. Of how he had given me yet another scar that I would probably have to carry for the rest of my life. Of how he had ridiculed and made fun of me like he always did. Of how he had bitten into my neck
Amelia's POV True to my words that Cassius would never let me go, Elizabeth came to my room hours later and informed me with a grim face that Cassius had requested that I come to serve dinner with her. Her face had been so downcast as she helped me into a dress and I shook, still so weak from all of the blood loss but knowing that I did not dare ignore the Master's request. I was certain that he wanted to see what he had done to me and probably show off his pet to the wolves, but I wondered if he already knew what Damien had told me. About me being his mate. Shaking my head, I knew that it was impossible. The minute Cassius knew that I was that valuable to Damien, he would milk the opportunity for everything he could get and when I was no longer needed or useful, he would slit my throat. Anything to make sure that he won. "I tried to convince him that you are still very ill but you know how he is," Elizabeth said with a sigh as she placed me in front of the mirror. When she
Amelia's POV"We have no time to waste, though I must tell you that you look sexier with your clothes off," Cassius said with a smirk that made my stomach turn but for the wrong reasons. I saw Damien stiffen, his hands fisting by his side as Cassius pulled me to his side. He kissed my forehead like we were a newly wedded happy couple. I fought the bile that rose in my throat at the subtle disgust on Damien's face. His eyes moved to where Cassius's hand was wrapped around my waist tightly and I fought the urge to wince as he unknowingly pressed on the wounds on my lower back with his arm. Or maybe he did know.The other wolf that had come with Damien entered the room and the tension reduced considerably as the attention of the men shifted from me to him. "I'm ready, Alpha." He said to Damien with his head inclined and I saw the way Cassius bristled when the wolf didn't incline his head when he looked at him. Damien nodded and clasped a hand on the wolf's shoulder. He turned to look
Chapter 20Amelia's POVWhere was I?What happened?Those were the first questions that were on my lips when I opened my eyes and I winced, my hand going to my neck to find that there was a bandage. That was when all of the memories hit me. From when Elena had been asked to come and inform me that I was to wear a dinner dress to go and meet Cassius downstairs to actually realizing that he was not joking about going out with him. I should have known that nothing good was going to come out of that meeting. Especially after I had walked in and everyone else had either looked at me like I was a lamb to be offered up to slaughter or just had pure unadulterated disgust for the fact that I was human. Living with Cassius had already given me enough hindsight into how the supernatural world saw us. To them, we were nothing more than cattle. To be bred, used, and discarded whenever we outlived our usefulness. I wondered if it was the same way for Damien. Was that how he also saw humans? T