When Does Damon Get Bit By A Werewolf Novels & Stories

His gaze was stuck to Peter's face, his hands were busy in inflicting more pain upon his victim. Just as Peter's face started to turn blue, Damon's face changed completely to his wolf right before he snarled and ripped Peter's head completely off his neck, killing him in front of a room filled with Alphas and his own mate.

"The moment I smelled her, I went into heat. I froze completely and felt my blood turn to ice. That was impossible. I was his destined mate. His devotion to abstinence had always been strong enough to resist even the pull of my scent. There was no way he could lose control over Chloe. He was lying again, and that lie was like a key, unlocking memories I had tried desperately to forget. The Blackrock pack and the Silvermoon pack had been locked in war for years. Countless werewolves had died. Damian, the Alpha of the Blackrock pack, had bowed before my father, Wayne Lopez, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, exposing his neck in submission. Damian had only one condition. He wanted to marry me.

He asks softly, his stern expression softening a little. Lana gives him a reassuring smile. “Of course. I'm perfectly okay.” She responds, averting her gaze as she notices a fleeting figure. “Damon, I think someone is inside the house.” Alpha Damon's senses heighten, and he detects the unusual chill in the air. “Stay close. There's a vampire nearby,” he says, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a hint of caution. Suddenly, a vampire emerges from the shadows, lunging toward Lana with predatory speed. The attack catches them off guard, but Damon swiftly intervenes, his movements a blur as he intercepts the assailant.

"We thought you were dead, honey. Do you know how that man was sick with grief for months?" I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be mad.” She sat beside me and held my palm. " Damien was under pressure to get a Luna. He didn't technically cheat on you. " My smile was tight-lipped and afterward, I went with my mum to the marble bathroom and soaked my body in the steamy sauna. My mum excused herself after putting on some scented candles. While I was rinsing soap off my body, I heard Damien's voice in the room and I grew hot and feverish with lust. My wolf had been silent for months but ever since I set my eyes on Damien, it was running crazy with excitement.

All three of them were still naked, still devastatingly beautiful, and still very much not human. "Easy," Damien said, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "You're safe." "Safe?" Her voice came out higher than intended. "You bit me without telling me what you were! You….you're fucking werewolves!" "We told you after," Dante pointed out reasonably, which only made her angrier. "Oh, well that makes it so much better!" She touched her neck, feeling the tender marks. They didn't hurt, exactly, but they throbbed with a strange warmth that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. "What the hell did you do to me?"

I tried to move, tried to get up, but my limbs felt leaden, useless, the wolf strength utterly neutralized by the venomous metal. And then, I smelled him. The scent of cedar, cold fire, and absolute, murderous rage. Damian. He appeared through the swirling chaos, moving with a speed I had never seen, not even in my wolf dreams. He was over me instantly, kneeling, his massive body shielding me from the hostile eyes of the Vipers. He was shouting, but the sound was distant, muffled. I remember his face: utterly pale, stripped of all corporate pretense, his eyes glowing with an impossible, savage light that was purely Alpha. His hand—so large, so possessive—gripped my shoulder.

Liam interrupted, and Damian's gaze shifted towards Liam again, who stood by my side with a self-satisfied smirk, and a knot formed in my stomach. At this point, I was getting nervous, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on the upper side of my head from this sudden and unexpected confrontation. The air thickened with an unspoken history, and I braced myself for the storm that seemed imminent. "Anyway, you don't have to answer that, Ruby," Liam said, noticing my speechlessness. "Meet Damian, an old acquaintance who was once under my care back when we were training to become alphas at the werewolf academy. He was young and calm, but after he lost Ava, he lost it and changed into a monster

I looked around, I was at the main battle ground now, witches and wolves were everywhere in the thick of combat but they all paused when I landed. Damon came out of the hole in the wall, his blue eyes glowing menacingly. I winced as I tried to ignore the pain in my rib, despite how fast my healing was, Damon did so much damage that I could not just shake it off. “An audience, good… I get to kill you in front of the wolves you love so much,” he jumped at me. I rolled out and countered with a sweeping kick that took him down. Damon fell, rolled and got up so fast that it felt like one fluid movement.

We collided and my hand grasped its neck, twisting it till it snapped. More black furs darted towards us from all corners. Damon’s wolf joined the fight beside me, his silver coat flashing under the moonlight. He was a pretty wolf, I chuckled, slashing the neck of another panther and tossing the body aside. I didn’t see the leap on time as it headed for Damon.. ‘’Damon!’’’ I yelled. He turned too late as sharp claws raked across his side, with blood spilling down his flank. His wolf staggered, growled weakly and collapsed. I lunged, tearing the panther from him and crushing its bones.

I got out of the car to get a good look at him. “You're Damien?” “Yes… sir” “This is your alpha,” Alaric said, seeing that Damien wasn't sure how to address me. “I was told you were turned only a month ago, and you've turned once? “Twice, I was turned on a full moon…” Damien seemed to be reserved, and he never brought his eyes to meet mine. “What happened that night?” “I was camping with my friends, and I wandered off a bit. I heard some growls, and the next thing I knew, a huge wolf was tearing into my flesh… I don't really remember much other than that…”