All Chapters of Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

OPHELIAFeeling safe is an underrated feeling.You could be the wealthiest person on earth and have everything you want but once your safety is placed on a declining scale, you will trade anything just to have some peace.After my father’s death, I never felt safe anywhere, especially not under Duncan’s roof. Even when I got to Cryptid Castle as Damian’s supposed mate, safety felt like something foreign to me.But here, under the tight security around us as we make our way to the stage. I feel safe. Not because of the numerous bodyguards flocking away the reporters trying to get a shot of Damian and I together. Because of him.The warmth emitting from his palm spreads from my hand throughout my body. I focus only on the hardening of his muscles against my flesh as we walk slowly in the circle created for us by the bodyguards.At this moment, the world seems to vanish behind me. My eyes remain on Damian. Observing. Watching. And secretly admiring the strength and aura he possesses.Ev

DAMIANThe ride is silent again but in a way that comforts me.Not unlike the weaponized silence that did grow between us both. This time, I feel connected- to her. In a way that we did not need words to speak to understand. I let out a sigh, grateful for how the day did turn out. We are not done yet but it has so far been to my pleasure. As the city slides past us, I turn my gaze outwards, through the tinted glass, wondering what next. I steal a glance at her, and note the somewhat pleasing look in her eyes. And even so, her gaze is directed seated on me with endearment in them. I sigh, smiling only briefly at this.Immediately, she catches my gaze, her face tinges red and she looks away with that blush. This amuses me, evoking a soft chuckle from me. I was right to bring her along with me. Right to have her with me through the entirety of the duties I underwent earlier. It is good for her, as her face is brighter. But it is only just the beginning–I can’t wait for what happens w

DAMIANThe warm, aromatizing scent of cookies cooling on the rack hangs thickly in the air between us. A sweet blend of warm sugar, butter and spices that pulls me in, enticing me for a taste of the work done. The bakery feels way smaller now, with all the heat about us. But in a good way as I feel connected, way connected to Ophelia in a way that warms my heart. “Well?” Ophelia shrugs, edging her head towards the rack with an urging look in her eyes. I follow her gaze, picking up one of the cookies in my hand.It is largely warm but has cooled enough now. With narrow eyes, I take the moment to observe the cookie–a little rough on the edges but all the same inviting to the eyes. A bit of hesitation, a bit of Ophelia smiling and eventually, I take a bite, shutting my eyes to savour the expected taste. It is as I expect–soft crunch, buttery feel, almost melting on my tongue. I freeze on the spot, eyes still shut as I take a breath. When I open them, a soft satisfying sigh escapes

DAMIANI wake to warm weight on my arm and my chest. Heavy, with my eyes still craving for sleep, I let out a small yawn realizing I had a really nice sleep. Not unlike the usual ones where I have a nightmare or struggle with controlling my feral beast within.This time, it is all different. And this time, suspicion fills me about the reason. Then it dawns on me, again–my arm is heavy. The second realization is the soft rise and fall of breath beside me–almost like someone is sleeping by my side. I freeze, with a frown and a question. Who? Who could it be, in my bedroom? My eyes flip into alertness. And I jerk my head upwards, to get a glimpse of who it is. Only then do I see Ophelia, purring contently on my chest and she slumbers. I relax, leaning my head back into the pillows as a smile cuts across my lips. Alongside the realization that I did sleep here with her. Usually, I have my room where I use for night slumbers, allowing her the full grace of the room. But last nigh

DAMIANI can almost taste the terror in the air. My heart thumps, every part of me racing and yelling for me to move. For me to get out there. It is like that day–that fateful day when Father was poisoned. It started like every other normal day. With promise of eventfulness until they came. And now, this time, the maniacs have come. I oblige the pull in my body, as I double my steps. Half trying not to run to remain composed– I am their Alpha. I have to be in one piece. While half trying to run out there and get into the fray. I burst out through the main doors and the world outside explodes into a total frenzy battle for survival and victory. It's all happening before my eyes. My guards are fighting–throwing everything they have. Blades slash through the air, as do other weapons. The ones who are opportune to shift are already out there, throwing into the fray against the maniac, feral wolves with no sense of humanity. My chest thumps, my blood boils.Just a day ago, I had se