Damon watched as the muscles in Chris' neck tensed. He felt bad but Jasmine wouldn't accept travelling the world or needing a fresh start as a valid excuse, not when it was already a struggle to find decent member to take over the base, she sent him to. "I'm sorry, Chris, but without a valid reason I won't be able to put the paperwork...""I met my mate" Chris said in a rush, the words almost stuttering out as his breath caught in his throat. He took a deep breath, dreading what they would do to him, he had seen Ram as he was led out of the base, the thought of it happening to him made him feel sick."My mate is... a... mixed blood vampire" he whispered with a flinch, waiting for one of them to snatch his shirt away and break his connection with originals. He looked up, his eyes darting between their faces as they stared at him, shocked expressions on their faces. He flinched when Damon stood up and walked around his desk. He couldn't hold the tears back as he stood up and pulled his s

Clary felt awful for the guy. It was already bad enough that he looked as if he hadn't had a wash in while and was starving himself but the monotone he spoke in, the way he stared right through him made Clary want to shake every last Originals she could get her hands on, including her own mate. It was as if Roger had checked out completely, as though he had already given up and was waiting for death to come along and claim him, again. She didn't even know what to say to the guy."Did Anna mention any consequences?" Adira asked, feeling like a total asshole, she wasn't the first mixed blood they had met today who had been rejected, none of them had been able to tell them what the consequences were. She sighed when he focused long enough to look at her with a confused expression on his face."Consequences?" Roger asked, confused as hell. "She never said anything about consequences. I tried to talk to her, to get her to see that we should be together, but she wouldn't listen. She just kep

Damon tried to squash down the butterflies that were hammering at the walls of his stomach and calm the acceleration of his heartbeat just at the sight of his beautiful Omega, with little success. It only jumped up another notch when Clary stepped forward with an outstretched hand and spoke in that sinfully deep voice, the voice that tightened its hold on Damon with every syllable that fell from those perfectly plump lips. He just about registered the words his mate spoke, so wrapped up in the sound of her voice and the scent that was emanating from him in waves. Every time he spent any time away from Clary, each new meeting seemed to affect him more and more as he subconsciously stored away each sight, noise and scent that came from his mate, saving them up for when they had to part ways and he would be alone again."Mr. Damon" Clary greeted her mate when he just stood there staring at her. Her resolve almost melted when she saw the haggard look on Damon face, taking in the red-rimmed

"This is why my Queen should have been made our leader" Jace muttered vehemently as he grabbed Clary arm, avoiding the question "you would act like a lovesick Omega and side with your mate over...?" he cut off at the snarl that ripped from Damon."I suggest you remove your hands from my mate before I remove yours permanently" Damon snarled as he launched himself from his chair, sending it flying across the room when he saw the knight grab his Omega. He didn't even try to stop himself from stalking around the table, pulling a blade from his thigh holster along the way. He took no notice of anyone else or the way they silently gaped at him, as his vision tunneled, all he could see was the man's hand wrapped around his Clary arm, the growl in his chest building to epic proportions."Damon." Clary cautioned, her heart turning somersaults in her chest when Damon called her his mate. She yanked her arm from the Knights grip and pushed him back down into his seat when the Beta Knight froze at

"You deserve to know, Clary," Damon said, taking the decision from his mate and pulling her forward when he was sure Clary could walk without stumbling, keeping tight hold of her hand as he led his mate down the street. He rounded the corner into an alleyway and pulled his wings out, momentarily releasing Clary hand to activate it.Clary couldn't help but stare at Damon stomach and chest when he pulled his shirt up. Her eyes slid over every muscle, every dip and valley between his abs. Fuck! Her mate was built like a Greek fucking God. She tore her eyes away, shaking herself off when Damon dropped his shirt, to realize what he had done. She pulled her own power around herself, grabbing Damon hand again and following him into the alleyway. He watched as Damon tapped his ear, getting the gist and casting a magic over the two of them."This is what happens when an Originals or Royal blood is kick out," Damon said as he pulled his mate around the last corner. "He was pretty notorious by al