Damaged Goods Ao3 Novels & Stories

Opaline smiled menacingly, her eyes narrowing into cat-like slits. "Opaline, that's enough." Damian's voice wafted over to us, and Opaline turned her head, her face falling as her opportunity to torment me further evaporated into thin air. Damian approached us, looking tired, his eyes lined with dark circles and his hands bandaged, likely from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down and picked me up by my restraints, lifting me to my feet and roughly pushing me forward to keep in step with him as he led me into a large canvas tent.

POV ALPHA DAMOM Damom had barely left through the pack’s gates, and an uncontrollable wave of fury hit me like a storm. My hands were shaking, my wolf roaring, hungry for revenge, wanting to explode out of me. In an instant, I found myself breaking everything around me—chairs, tables, bottles. The room quickly turned into a field of wreckage, shards of glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere. The sound of things shattering was a relief to the crushing weight of anger in my chest, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be.

Suffocated. The realization hit me like a brick— We had both suffered. Alone. I exhaled sharply, shaking the thoughts away. That’s when I noticed something else. Holes. Everywhere. I frowned. "Did you do this?" Damien walked back in, glancing at the damaged walls. He shifted uncomfortably. "While you two were unconscious, I tried to fix up the room as much as possible. But… I didn’t have time to fix the walls." Lillian stepped out of the bathroom, now fully dressed in my clothes—a black tank top, ripped jeans, and my combat boots.

The victory at the summit warehouse tasted like ash and blood. Three days later, the cliffside fortress felt more like a pressure cooker than a sanctuary. I paced the war room, the stitches in my side pulling with every step, while screens displayed live feeds of retreating enemy movements. The major families were licking their wounds, but whispers of new alliances against us spread like poison through the underworld. Damien leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching me with that piercing grey intensity that still made my pulse race. His own wound from the earlier raid was bandaged tightly under his black shirt, but he moved like the pain didn’t exist.

Would I ever leave this place alive? The stains offered a distraction. Dark against gray stone, they formed shapes that reminded me of those psychological tests where you’re supposed to see butterflies or monsters or your mother’s disapproving face. At first, I dismissed them. Just water damage, just age, just decay. Nothing but the steady deterioration of a house that should have collapsed decades ago. “Fuck’s sake, Georgia,” I muttered to myself, leaning back against the wall opposite the largest cluster of stains. “Now you’re staring at water damage for entertainment.”

Chapter Two Damon’s lips crashed against mine one last time, hungry and possessive, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he wanted to claim every inch of me. I kissed him back just as fiercely, biting his lower lip the way he’d done to mine. My pussy still throbbed from how deep he’d fucked me in that dusty tent, his cum slowly leaking down my thighs under the short gown. He pulled away reluctantly, eyes dark with lust. “You’re going to get us all in trouble, angel.”

~ DAMIEN ~ I should be tired of Anastatia’ antics. But I'm not only tired. I'm so fucking annoyed. She said I'd done something wrong to her at high school and Vittorio even confirmed it but I can't remember shit. The accident fucked me up real good. Maybe this is the universe's way of getting back at me afterall, Karma is a bitch. I move away from the door and turn back to the lounge area while pulling my jacket. Then, I fold it and pick up my phone, after placing the folded jacket on the couch, dialing Vittorio's phone.

“I’m yours… your breeding whore… your pregnant slut…” Damien groaned and filled me again, marking me once more while Sophia’s words echoed in my mind. The family was destroyed. My friendship was in ashes. And Damien’s dark obsession continued to consume me completely, one filthy, breeding thrust at a time.

Or maybe because the more I did it, the more I thought that Damian deserved fucking better than he got. Osiris was such a damn good Alpha and Lily’s dad, was a great guy too. From what I heard he was a good Alpha. But that fucker Alpha Arthur. Shit he sounded all kinds of wrong. I never thought I would say this so fucking easily, but it was a good thing he was dead. “So Doctor, could you tell us a bit about Damian’s injuries after he came to our pack to warn us?” I asked. “Damian had been badly beaten. His sides were ripped open, using claws and several bones were broken. But what surprised me most was the old scars I saw, the ones that hadn’t been healed. They must have taken place before h

“Why are you being so cruel?” “Because you don’t understand a thing,” Damien growled. His hands clenched into fists on the bed, his knuckles whitening. “You think this heat is just about scratching an itch. You don’t see what it will do, to you, to whoever touches you. If it isn’t your mate, Aurora, it will never sate you. It will only destroy you.” My breath hitched, his words sinking deep. Destroy me. The word tasted like ash on my tongue.