Todos os capítulos de DAMIEN-The Cursed Alpha King: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Oh, Sweet Selene," Damien groaned as he sighted Emberlynn.Fuck! His eyes narrowed, gazing around him at the many eyes that leered at her. He saw the deep-seated lust, the hunger in each of their eyes that they were trying to conceal.His teeth gritted, and his hands clenched into fists. He couldn't resist the anger surging through him.Emberlynn was his, and they should respect that she was unavailable, yet they didn't mind if he was with them or not. They continued to ogle her as though waiting for when he would announce to devour her.The dress, a green emerald silk, clung elegantly around her body, the neckline, a V-shape that plunged daringly, accentuating the graceful curve of her neck and collarbones and even the swell of the beautiful skin of her breasts.No, he wasn't a pervert. He hadn't glanced at the dress before sending them off to her. He had only mentioned Emberlynn to the pack's tailor and ordered a dress to be designed for her.Perhaps it was the description he had g

Punished and hung? Emberlynn shuddered.She recalled the discussion about witches from the attack two days ago when Roy and Betsy had walked to a corner to speak.She knew how dangerous they were from the tone of their voices, but she never knew they faced grave punishment like these."Why?" Emberlynn voiced out."Why what?" Damien retorted. His voice was cool, and his eyes narrowed at her.It was as though he was silently asking who she was to challenge him by asking questions about what he didn't want to speak about."I mean, why such a grave punishment? They are...""Drop it," Damien almost growled out.He loathed this inquisitive side of hers. Of course, if she were smart enough, she'd understand he didn't want to speak about it, yet she kept asking questions."Okay, fine," she said."Good," Damien grunted, extending his hand towards her, and she placed hers in his.He led her towards where the Elders were now gathered around the altar, muttering.When she got closer, she could he

Everything was happening so fast. Emberlynn could barely keep up with the mating activity as she was transported from one area to another, still within the mating ground.All those times, Damien was beside her. She was only certain of his presence and did not pay much attention to what was happening beside her.Who wouldn't give Damien all the whole attention? Standing beside her like a freaking Greek god, ready for war. His looks could rival that of the god Adonis, who, to her, was the most beautiful Greek god.Yet, he was going to be hers. He was going to mate with her.Once again, the thoughts of them consummating afterward sent a shiver down her spine, and she gave a visible shudder.Damien noticed that."Are you cold?" he whispered.Emberlynn resisted the urge to moan as his warm breath teased her earlobe and neck. She shut her eyes briefly, opening them and licking her lower lip. Then she shook her head in response to his question."You just shuddered," Damien said."I was lost

Was he a pervert? That was the first thought in Emberlynn's head as she stepped into the room, Damien's room.Her eyes widened as they darted around the spacious room in a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. Her brows furrowed slightly, betraying the hint of uncertainty as they still locked on the image on the wall.He had marked her, yet he had other strange women in his room. It wasn't just one image that was on the wall; they were three. At least from what she could make out, all were naked, sensual, and sickening.Did he purposefully ask them to pose so he could take a picture of them? How many women had he been with aside from his ten dead Lunas? Was she going to be his bed warmer?Many thoughts swarmed Emberlynn's mind as her eyes traveled around.The room itself was a sprawling, masculine lair with a king-sized bed as its centerpiece, adorned with luxurious, dark gray bedding and plush wolf-fur throws. The bed sits atop a raised platform, with a majestic, hand-carved wooden h

She was in front of the door again, Emberlynn mused. Her brows were furrowed, and she turned around. How had she gotten to the training center?She was just resting on the bed with Damien after their mating session, but here she was, standing in front of the door Roy had forbidden her to step into.The door was old and worn, with a sturdy wooden frame and a large iron knocker in the shape of a snarling wolf's head. The wood was weathered to a silvery gray, and the iron knocker was rusted in places, giving it a menacing appearance. Carved into the door were various symbols, each seemingly more intricate than the last.At the top of the door, a crescent moon shape was carved, with an arrow pointing towards the sky. Below it was a series of Celtic knot patterns weaved together, forming a complex design that seemed to shift and move in the light. On either side of the door, two large curved horns protrude, giving the door a fierce and primal appearance.In the center of the door, a large,