Batman Fanfiction Damian Abandoned 소설 & 이야기

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

Every time she heard a car outside, she would run toward the window, hoping it was him. The next morning, Damian woke up with a horrible backache. “Shit, it hurts,” he mumbled before getting up from the chair. He used the spare keys the professor left him and slept inside the small studio. He had nowhere to go. He didn't have another house and he couldn't go to Elias'. He didn't want to be the cockblock between him and his girlfriend. Damian arranged his stuff and left the studio. He headed to the bathroom to wash his face, then he left to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

“Left on the side of the road like a broken suitcase. What if I was kidnapped? What if some creep followed me?” Damien didn’t answer. His steps were swift, unbothered. Ice in motion. “Some deranged man splashed water all over me. I had to get new outfits from a boutique on my way here. How are you going to make up for that?” Still no answer from Damien. He continued walking, taking long strides towards his office like she doesn’t exist. “You’re really going to pretend that was okay?” she hissed. “That you didn’t throw me out of your car like I was trash?”

Chapter 1. Damian is sitting in his room, feeling restless as he contemplates his current situation. He is the only son of Alpha George, the leader of the Moonlight pack, and at the age of 22, he has yet to find his mate. This fact drives him crazy because he knows he cannot become the Alpha until he finds his mate. Just then, his phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. It’s his best friend, Alex, on the other end. "Hey, what's up?" Alex asks eagerly.

But not tonight. Tonight, I sip my tea, watch the rain, and write these words down with a trembling hand. Because if I can’t save Alaric— Then I will carry him with me in every step forward. Even if it breaks me. And if Damian still walks beside me when that day comes… Then maybe I’ll finally have the strength to let myself be loved again. ***** PRINCE DAMIAN LUCIEN POV EAST WING CHAMBERS, PAST MIDNIGHT

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

“They tell on you.” My pulse raced. His thumb traced slow, careful circles against my wrist, the touch both intimate and innocent. Every logical thought screamed at me to step back. To remember the reason I was here—to find proof, to expose him. But logic had no place in the space between us. For the first time, Damian Vale wasn’t the billionaire behind a wall of silence. He was a man—lonely, burdened, maybe even broken. “I should go,” I said, my voice barely steady.

Damian's POV When Damian pushed open the door of the abandoned warehouse by the docks, he saw only Scarlett sitting on a rusted oil barrel. There were no Blackwater wolves and no ambush. There was only a shallow cut on her leg. Damian immediately understood that Scarlett had faked the attack to lure him there. Anger surged through him, sharp enough to make his wolf stir beneath his skin. But when Scarlett pressed her soft body against him, that anger weakened slightly. Scarlett lifted her wrist with red-rimmed eyes. A fresh cut stood out against her pale skin.

Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

Inside the cover, there was an inscription. *To Damian, May you always find truth in fiction. – Dad* I stared at the words. Damian’s father. The man who had died when Damian was twenty. The man who had built the empire Damian now ruled. I wondered if Damian missed him. I wondered if Damian was lonely. Then I remembered the way he had looked at Victoria. The way he had threatened her. The way he had told me he wanted to break my heart. No. He wasn’t lonely. He was angry. And I was the target.