Damon's P.O.V
My heart sank in my stomach as I followed the scent that made my inner wolf growl aggressively. Every step I took made my heart shatter into pieces as her scent pulled me further.
I was only doing this for my inner wolf, only for him.
It was barely three minutes before I stepped out of my room and my wolf began to growl within me. I had no idea why but he would not stay still which made me bothered.
"Leo," I tried communicating with him countless times, but he would not respond.
I ignored it anyway and continued to work on the study where I wanted to check on some documents.
My Beta, Stephan, had dropped loads of files that according to him needed approval. If the files were possibly what he could handle, then I would have left it. But sadly, it was not.
A dispute had been going on about the Lumber mill that belonged to me.
Alpha River of the moonlight pack had the mind to say it belonged to him. The only reason I had not devoured him was because I was certain my actions were being watched, and according to Stephan, it was in no way the best thing to do.
Asides that, news came that some wolves were attacked and got injured. With the information I got, they were all alive and attended to at the packs hospital.
It only made me wonder who had dared attack my people, and I wished with all of me that it was not Alpha River. Because if it was so, I will definitely come at him with the anger that had stayed within me for the months the Lumber mill had been dragged.
That day was not one of my best day, so I only wished my wolf was not trying to make things any worse. His groanings was definitely not helping in any bit.
Usually, whenever my mood swings in this direction, Stephan will send one of the female wolves to my room to satisfy me and I was hoping he did the same today.
But because of the constant growling, I took a deter and began to walk towards the scent.
Some things were unavoidable and going for what my wolf was calling out for was just one of the things.
Walking through the hallways, my heart thumped hard in my chest. It wasn't because of joy but because of anger mixed with sadness.
I never wanted this moment and I have never desired this moment. But the way my inner wolf growled and the effect her scent had on me took control of my senses till I found myself standing in front of Cornel's door.
I paused on my track for a second, thinking about why the scent grew stronger here. Was Cornel my mate?
As I got lost in my thoughts, I heard a loud scream that suddenly jolted me back to reality. The scream I heard was not a scream of delight but a scream of pain mixed with fear.
My wolf growled angrily as I suddenly flung the door open and glanced at where the scream erupted from.
My eyes grew wide in shock as I caught Cornel trying to force himself on a woman. In anger, I grabbed the flower vase on the stand next to me and hurled it on his head till it shattered to pieces.
I had no idea what I was doing, but it did not feel like what I will do on a very normal day.
My heartbeat increased rapidly as I clenched my fist by my side and watched as he collapsed on the bed with his hands sprawled by his sides.
I had killed Cornel, and within me I was already regretting.
The scent I followed evaded my senses but now, it was more stronger and fiercer. I glanced at the woman Cornel tried to force himself on as she wrapped her arms round her torn cloth where her firm breast peered from.
I felt every part of my body, crumble in defeat as I locked eyes with her for a moment.
My wolf snarled more fiercely, screaming for me to take her in my arms and devour her on sight. At that moment, I knew she was my mate.
Even though it has been long since I set my eyes on her, I never forgot about her and most importantly, I never forgot her name.
"Evie."
I felt a sudden surge of anger rise inside of me even though my wolf tried to suppress it.
Now it pained me the more that because of a human, one I have made a slave already, I killed a wolf like me.
If I play my cards well, I was going to take myself out of that mess. But this girl sitting right here would never and can never be my mate. She wasn't even a wolf but a bloody human.
The Moon Goddess must be playing a trick on me.
Anger rushed through my skin as I glared angrily at her. How dare she activate my mate bond?
"Da... Damon" I heard her stutter as her eyes glistened with tears.
Every damn thing about this woman irritated me. Her tears, the way she called me.
Wait a sec, how dare she call me by name?
Without thinking twice, I walked over to her side and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her off the bed. I tightened my grip around her wrist till she let out a soft whimper, with confusion seething in her eyes.
She wrapped her other hand around her chest as I pulled her behind me. While she continuously struggled to remove my tight grip around her wrist.
Everyone went on with their business as I pulled Evie but I was sure they stared back at me when I was now few steps away from them.
"Why are you doing this?" I heard her say but I didn't respond.
She yelped in pain as thorns pierced through her bare foot. I intentionally made her pass through that place in a bit to torture her because how dare she become my mate!
The gates that led to my house opened as the servants lowered their heads in reverence. I flung the main door of my house open as her loud cry intensified, cussing loud at me.
It was the audacious act for me.
When I got into the living room, I released my grip on her arm and walked towards my room, searching around with my eyes for the whip I kept, especially for disrespectful slaves like her.
She sat on the floor, wincing, removing the thorns that pierced deep into her foot. She slowly raised her head and trembled at the sight of the whip in my hand.
I noticed Evie attempt to crawl away from me but before she could succeed, the whip landed on her back as she let out a loud scream.
She struggled to raise herself and to take to her heels. But I sent the whip down on her back again as she crumbled to the floor.
I whipped her all over her body till her flesh tore open and blood gushed out of it.
When I saw the immense pain that she was in, I released my grip around the whip as it fell to the floor. I sat on the couch across her and watched as she curled herself up in a fetal position while her hair fell all over face.
A deafening silence enveloped the room, the only sound I heard were of her soft whimpers. She has been in the same position for minutes and one would think that she had given up the ghost if not for her whimpers.
Me developing this sudden hatred towards her was because of the mate bond between us. It should have never happened in the first place.
"Get up now!" I commanded as she slowly leaped up, quivering in fear.
"You would stay in my house from now on,” I said as her fingers began to tremble. "Understand?" I yelled.
Instead of responding to my question, she asked me another question, "Damon, why are you doing this?"
"What did you just call me now?"
"Damon.” She said with tears in her eyes.
I stood up and picked up the whip as she struggled to scamper for safety. Every step she took made her groan in pain.
I raised my hand and allowed the whip land on her skin again, but with more intensity this time. She crumbled to the floor and clasped her hands, pleading for mercy.
"Am I Damon to you?" I whipped her again.
"No" She shook her head vehemently.
"What am I to you?”
"Master!" She screamed out.
I threw the whip aside on hearing her say the exact words I wanted to hear. Her white top was now soaked with blood as she curled herself up in a fetal position, but she was sitting this time.
"From now on, you would be confined to this building for the rest of your life. Don't even try to think about escaping," I informed.
"The day you try to leave the walls of this house without my permission, take that day as your end."
Evie POVI sat without uttering a word after Damon's tantrums. I was already used to the pain and the scolding. The harsh tunes weren't new either. Even if at some point it became unbearable, I always found a way to keep my emotions at bay and get past all the trouble. The last thing I would want was for any of them to see me succumb to their maltreatment. Damon just stood watching as I stared back at him with my expressionless face. He probably expected me to cry and beg him for mercy and forgiveness, but my reaction to his words and actions were totally unexpected and surprising. I saw him arch his brows in surprise, and bend his lips in disgust. To him I was trash, and all trash was expected to do was bend and succumb to whatever the master had to say or what the master desired. I could see in his eyes the burning desire to torture and hurt me the more, but unfortunately he had ran out of options. The beatings and words were simply not effective, and I was already used to the har
I woke up with a start. My face swelled and beads of sweat decorated my forehead, running down my cheeks to the hollow of my neck and finally to my chest area, where it seemed all the water pulled. My night dress was drenched in sweat, and it clutched to my chest like my second skin.I shivered uncontrollably and had to wrap my hands around myself to keep my emotions at bay.I just had a dream. It was more of a nightmare. I kept seeing people chasing me about in a forest. No matter how frantically I ran, they refused to give up. Then, they caught up with me and kept asking about the thing. When I didn't say anything, I was beaten up. Just as quickly, the dream changed to me hiding behind some sort of desk. A man stood close to the place where I hid. He had a knife in his hand... a knife that was dripping with blood.As much as I tried to control my emotions and find a way to wake up, I couldn't do it.The nightmare morphed and I saw myself in the room of the man that molested me. The
8.Damon's POV.I could feel it in my bones. Something that truly felt like fear, mixed with regret. It was so strong in my heart that I could barely breathe.I tried to ignore it and focus on the paperwork I was going through. The sense of fear in my heart increased and I had to clutch my chest from fear that it was going to rip out and burst into several tiny pieces.What the hell was going on? I wondered as beads of fear clustered on my forehead, quickly drenching me till my shirt clung to my body. My body ached and I doubled over from how intense the pain was.Even though I tried to tell myself that the pain was nothing but a mirage of my thought, I knew it wasn't so.The pain I was feeling was the pain that came with the mating bond. It always appeared when one's mate is in danger and one made no attempt to do anything to rescue them.How dare Evie make me go through so much pain? How dare a mere human like her make a man like myself experience hell on earth?I stood up from the
Damon POV.The moment I stepped outside, the first thing I heard was the loud shriek from Evie.The shriek tore at my heart and made me experience another round of excruciating pain., that I had to pause to get myself. The pause only lasted for a second though, as I saw a wolf trying to jump over her. Two more wolves were flagging around her. I didn't wait to see what would happen next.My instincts clicked in and I rushed to her side. I got there just as the wolf extended out its hand to claw her. I flung her around and the claws hit me instead. I groaned at the pain I felt from my back getting torn. I wondered just how bad it would have been if Evie was the one that got injured instead."Damon!" I heard her cry with a loud shriek.My anger rose and I snarled. I let go of her and took hold of the wolf that was trying to race away from me. It tried to get away from me desperately, moving its arms about, trying to hit me at every free location it could get.I chuckled as I held it by t
Evie's POV As I walked back to the slaves' quarter, my heart kept thudding loudly in my chest for fear of the unknown. No, I wasn't scared of Damon and his low threat that I should see him in the office once it was morning. I was more scared of what the punishment Miss Kardashian would give me. Heaven knew that the woman always went to the extreme with every opportunity she got to mete out punishments to me. It was as if she hated my very existence itself.The moment I got back to my space at the corner of the room I shared with over twenty other slaves, I plopped down on the bare cold floor. Usually, I was always too tired to think about the cold and just pass out immediately. But I was worried about the conversation I heard those three men carrying out.It was so obvious they were plotting about someone, but who?I hissed and sat up, wrapping my arms around my knees. Why was I worrying about another person when I was not even sure if I would survive the ordeals I was sure to face
Evie's POV As soon as I saw the shadow, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth once again to let out a scream. The shadow moved with such grace and speed, I almost didn't see it... until the person was crouched low in front of me and had his hand secured firmly over my mouth. I struggled to get myself free from the person but to no avail. The more I thrashed about from his hold, the more the wounds I got became more irritated and hurting. As a last result, I bit my teeth into the palm of the person, who for whatever reason, wasn't ready to let me go. Was it those men that tried to hurt me earlier? Were they back to finish their mission? And maybe also take revenge for helping to get their partner killed? "It's me." The voice finally whispered so low, I nearly missed hearing it. I stilled in that instant. Because the voice belonged to someone I know... someone I hate.... someone called Damon. Why was he here? Was he here to continue his beating and torture? "Do you promise not to
12Evie's POV The smug smile on Miss Kardashian's face as she hit the ground with the whip again to show me how much it would hurt if one of it landed on my body made me realize one thing.She wanted to see the fear in my eyes.And lume a fool, I gave her that fear to feast upon. I trembled in her presence, my hands and feet swaying about lime I was ready to faint. I tried to keep the dreadful feeling at bay by crossing my arms over my chest, still, it felt like I was shivering and just trying my dismayed best to warm myself.I heard Miss Kardashian smirking at me, and I hated myself. I hated how I was always a weak person. But then, in all honesty, I was the only maid here that both the Alpha and his slut of a Gamma treated like trash. I didn't know what my fate would be with the beta since we'd never met. He was out on a mission for the Alpha and wasn't back yet."You... you are the reason why the Alpha left during our hot moment, right?" She hissed at me.A hot moment? So that was
Evie's POV I rushed back to the kitchen, praying in my heart that no one else smelled the burntness in the air. Considering how strong the odor was when I got close to the kitchen though, I doubted that would be possible. The only thing I could hope for was that neither Miss Kardashian nor Damien would find out about the mess I made for myself. As I stepped into the kitchen, I realized that the prayer I sent up to the heavens was not answered in any way. Not even the least. I saw Miss Aurora in the cooking area, switching off the gas. Miss Kardashian was there too and she was opening the door for ventilation to come in. "I'm sorry," I let out an apology. Two pairs of angry eyes trained on me immediately after I finished the words. The fact that even Miss Aurora was angry made me feel the weight of my wrongdoings. "Why did you leave the kitchen when you knew you were the only one in here?" She asked me. I know I should say something to her in response but I didn't know what to