Damon.　　I growl slowly as I mull over the thought in my head. I noticed the way she changed after I took her away from the clutches of those people who kidnapped her and now, days later, she rejects me. Did she find someone else there to replace me with? I ball my hands into fists, willing to punch anything but just at that moment, our drinks arrive.　　I instantly notice that while mine is filled with a very high alcohol content of whisky, Keiran's is topped up with low content beer. I almost chuckle at the difference, but I stop and instead down my drink in one go. My beta tries to ask me about my condition again, but I shrug him off and continue to happily drown my sorrows with the alcohol.　　After some more tries without success, he leaves me alone and focuses on watching me. I sigh in relief, that's why I always bring him along when I go out. I know that whatever happens, he has my back and somehow he will find a way. A part of my head dismisses my thoughts as selfish, but right

　　CARLISLE.　　I zip up my bag, finally done packing. Heaving a deep sigh, I sit o the edge of the bed and take a moment to breathe. Yet I cannot rest, as the urge for me to leave this place is strong, and I do not want to waste any moment.　　Soon, I put on my jacket, and carry my bag with me, walking out of the room and shutting the door for good. This room will never see my face again.　　As soon as I leave the room, I find myself being surrounded. I see a guard in front of me, eyes trained on my movements. I also see another by my side. I try my best to ignore them and keep on going, walking out slowly. However, the annoyance in me is slowly rising, as I realize that more of the guards have appeared out of nowhere.　　Is this his plan? Will he not let me leave now? I feel the anger in me increase to a point that I clench my fists, and stop moving. The guards stop with me, and I turn and look around. There are five guards, and all of them are looking at me.　　“Well, what is it?” I speak

　　Damon.　　Walking behind the old witch, we got to my suite, and a guard opened the door. I walk into my room with my heart pacing in impatient, the look on the old witch's face was unpredictable, it seems something is wrong. I face her and ask her the question that has been roaming in my mind.　　"What do you really see in her head, what is the reason why she wants to leave the pack?" she stared at me with an unknown expression. I can't tell if it is a good thing or bad.　　"One question at a time, Alpha"　　"What do you really saw in her head"　　"Well, it was really a hard task, getting access into her head because she was really a strong being but what I saw was really" she paused, staring at me with her eyes piercing into mine. My heart skips, what does she want to say that would make her take a pause.　　"It was really what?"　　"It was really bad, after she was captured in this pack, the trolls made it known to her that if she gives birth to a child which belongs to you according to t

　　Damon.　　Tracking her scent with my highly sensitive perceive, getting near to her scent, I initiated my wolf sight. A dubious smirk appeared on my lips as I sighted her from afar away with my wolf sight. Does she think she can really escape from me? Never! Losing my mate is the thing I can't give into, she was my destined mate I looked for over hundred years before finding her. I can't possibly lose her. I watched as she leaned heavily on a tree with various branches, she must have really run a lot. She caused this to herself, stayed with me forever and I promised nothing happened to her but she wouldn't bulge.　　I wanted to dash toward her direction, but I stopped midway, she made a fool out of me, I also will make a fool out of her. Rubbing my chin with my hands, thinking of a way to make a fool out of her, an idea pops into my head. I mind linking to one of the guards to inform the other guards to the east side direction leading to Carlisle hiding.　　I smiled as I watched her cli

　　Damon　　I spotted Carlisle was pacing up and down when I entered the room. She did not notice me enter, or the sound of the door opening. I could hear her mutter under her breath, and I caught some choice curse words spilling from her lips.　　As soon as I had shut the door behind me, she jolted and turned around, finally noticing that there was another person in here with her. She gaped at me briefly before shaking her head, bringing herself to focus.　　“What are you doing here?” She snapped at me, leveling a sharp glare at me.　　“Why?” I could not help but ask, crossing my arms. She mimicked me, crossing her arms over her chest as well, scrunching her face up in a way that made her look equal parts adorable and intimidating.　　“I ask what you are doing here and you ask me why? Tell me, what right do you have to barge into my room?” she advanced, pointing a finger in accusation at me. I grabbed her hand when she got closer and pulled her closer. Our faces were just an inch apart now.