Chapter 178 Homecoming
Chapter 178: Homecoming
Damon's POV
The journey to my old pack took three days, and with each mile, I felt the weight of the past pressing heavily on my shoulders. Milo sat beside me in the car, his hand intertwined with mine, that purple glow still faintly visible under his skin. The bond between us hummed with contentment, but something else lurked beneath it like a discord in an otherwise perfect melody.
I couldn't mask it, even if I wanted to.
"You are nervous," Milo observed as we approached the border.
"I haven't been back since the curse," I admitted. "They think I am dead."
"They're about to get the surprise of their lives then."
“What if the damage that was done is unrepairable”
“Then we will fix it together, like always” Milo assured, giving a cute smile that almost made me forget about my current predicaments,
Almost.
The border guards nearly shot us on sight. I couldn't blame them because seeing someone you had mourned standing at your gates would shake anyone. But then recognition dawned, and chaos erupted right from the border gate.
"Alpha Damon?" The guard's voice cracked like a teenager's. "But you are... we heard you were..."
"Cursed? Turned into a beast? Dead?" I supplied. "All true at various points. I got better."
Word spread faster than wildfire. The pack warrior had no choice but to take me to general josh after they saw James and a crowd of my people behind me. By the time we reached the pack house, hundreds of what remained of my pack had gathered.
James had told me that my pack was divided, with half choosing to go on exile with their alpha, while the other faction chose to stay back and wait for their fate.
Tears stung my eyes immediately seeing general Josh limb towards me. He had a weary look on his face, perhaps he still remembered the fight that got him injured.
But to my surprise no one had yet shot a gun or thrown a spear at me. They all looked up to him, silently waiting for his signal.
My heart twisted.
but I wouldn't blame them at all. I deserve all I was getting. These were my people that refused to escape the pack, even though they hated my guts, but they had stood firm, and tried to repair the whole pack as much as they could.
"Alpha?" General Josh's voice was rough and hard, beaten by the hardship of war.
His knees crashed to the ground, but I was faster, catching him from doing that.
“I owe you general josh, for protecting my pack with your blood.” My voice rang through the hall, filled with emotions that were about to start spilling. The pack watched in awed silence as we reunited.
The feast that night was legendary. The pack celebrated like they had won a war, and in a way, they had. Their lost alpha had returned, together with their family member that had gone on exile. Stories were shared, tears were shed, and slowly, the pack I had left began to merge with the man I had become.
But I watched Milo throughout it all, noting how he smiled but never fully relaxed, how he touched the hidden amulet at his chest when he thought no one was looking, how his eyes would go distant for moments before snapping back to the present. But I didn’t want to pressure him. I promised that he will tell me when he is ready.
But as the discussion drowned the table that was loaded with all sorts of food and delicacies, I couldn't help wondering.
Will he ever be ready?
Later, in my old room, we lay together in my chambers. The same room I have lived in almost all throughout my life. They had tried to make everywhere look the same, after the war, but then, additional changes where made.
Like the new paint on the wall to replace the spray of blood that painted the walls,
Then my bedsheets were changed into new and fresh ones. At the corner I spotted a new set of tables and chairs, to replace my old ones that wa brokened.
And to crown it all, It felt surreal, being here again together with Milo, being human, being whole… almost as if nothing had changed.
"They love you," Milo said, tracing patterns on my chest.
"They're good people. They will love you too, once they know you."
"Will they?" His voice held doubt. "I'm still an omega. Still an outsider."
"You are my mate. That makes you theirs."
He was quiet for a long moment, then asked, "Do you want children?"
The question surprised me. "I hadn't thought about it. With the curse and everything else happening, it seemed impossible."
"But now?"
I turned to look at him, seeing something fragile in his expression. "With you? Yes. Someday. When things are settled, when we're safe we can make contacts and adopt kids."
"Male omegas can carry," he said quietly, almost a whisper. "It has never happened before, but…"
“Hey hey hey, don't go dear my little wolf. I know what I was getting into when I decided to mark you as my mate, despite the fear of not being to have heirs.” I shifted close to him, scooping him up so that his head rested on my bare chest. “Leave the thinking for me Milo, when we get to the bridge ,we shall cross it.”
“But…”
“Shhhhh, it's fine. When everything is over. The council is overthrown, and the queen is defeated, then we will have this conversation" I planted a kiss on his forehead. “Is it not what you have always wanted?"
"I don't know what I want anymore," he whispered, and there was such pain in his voice that my wolf whined.
"Hey." I tilted his chin up. "What's wrong? You've been different since the awakening."
"Everything changed so fast," he said, which wasn't really an answer. "Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in all this power, all these expectations."
"We'll figure it out together," I promised. "Whatever comes, we face it together, as always."
“...As always.”
He kissed me then, desperate and hungry, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me. His mouth tasted like fresh water with so much depth that I couldn't see the surface. It was slow, intense and sensual as if we both sensed something fragile between us, that might shatter if we moved too fast.
I kissed him back, with equal hunger, fierceness and intensity. The wet sound of our lips moving together continued to ring at the back of my head, as I claimed my mate's mouth. I tugged at his lower lips, seeking approval, and without any hesitation, Milo opened his mouth allowing me entry.
I dived like a crazed animal, Slipping my tongue deep inside his hot cavern. A deep growl reverberated deep inside my chest, my wolf howled in approval. I made my mark, carving every inch of his hot mouth with my tongue.
We finally had to separate to let in air.
“Make love to me Damon.”
My mind blanked.