Chapter 49 Poisoned fire
Poisoned fire
Damon’s POV
4 days Later,
“Bunch of fools”
I gritted my teeth hard, storming out of the meeting with my commanders and elders. Their words kept on echoing in my skull further aggravating my rage.
They had talked about Milo like he was a plague, an abomination that was walking the earth. like he was not better than every one of them in that fucking room clothed in their regalia and comfortable in their money filled mansion.
Like he was not battling with something they would never imagine.
Idiots!
I shoved the door to my office open, slamming the door so hard it rattled the wall.
I stopped stone cold.
Across my office, seated on my desk like a little demon was no other person but Catherine. My nose whirled in disgust. It's been a while since I had taken a breath from her consistent disturbances and misconception that what we had before, meant something.
Who gave her keys in the first place?
She sat up like she had been waiting exactly for me. Her slit up dress fell at the side of her crossed legs, showing a creamy set of legs that other men would die for to worship.
Well other men… maybe me, if i don't have another person that is keeping me preoccupied at the moment.
I was not, the other men.
“You look tense,” she purred like a desperate cat. as if I hadn’t just spent hours being torn apart by my own court.
I shut the door behind me. “Get the fuck out.”
She didn’t move, she smiled, unfazed at my command.
Instead, she slowly uncrossed her legs and stood, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she came closer. “I thought you might need...sweet release,” she said, trailing her fingers that looked more like witch's claws along the edge of the desk. “Or at least a distraction from your little wounded abomi… pet. I heard the sad news.”
My jaw flexed, rage bubbled in my chest. “Don’t talk about him.”
“Ah, So the rumours are true.” she smirked, deriving great joy in whatever scheme she was hatching. “A common pet, lowest of the low, has his claws on our great ironclaw, the ultimate mafia king. Cute.”
I turned my back to her, trying to cool down through the urge to tear her to pieces.
“Kill her!! tear her down!!” my wolf dax, continues to growl and claw inside my head.
I held down the fire that was itching under my skin to be let loose.
She reminded me of the meeting I was just coming out from, how everybody looked at me now with doubts, like I was unstable. They didn't say it but it was written all over their faces, except catherin had done what they couldn’t do…
Catherine stepped closer, her expensive perfume polluting the air around me.
“You’re burning inside,” she slithered behind me like a snake, her hands trailing down my bare arms. “I can see it, my alpha.You want to let go.”
I closed my eyes. Her hands continued to move, sliding around my waist, her nails grazing my skin caused goosebumps to appear on my skin.
And gods, maybe I did want to let go. Maybe just for a second. I didn’t know if it was rage or the frustration of the past days, or guilt, some twisted ache in my chest…but I was breaking apart by her charms.
A tight knot coiled at the pit of my stomach. Ignoring the protest of dax in my head.
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going further. My eyes met her lust-filled eyes and without giving her time to react. I spun her around, slamming her back against the opposite wall hard enough to shake the whole room.
Her eyes widened, lips parting, of course not with fear, but with pleasure… sometimes I forgot that Catherine was more than a decorated princess who can't lift up a sword. She is a born fighter and a leader of a troupe in her fathers legion.
I pressed closer, bringing our body impossibly closer than ever.
“There you are.” she whispered, her eyes clouding with a dark color. “You don't know how much I missed your rough side alpha.
“Stop talking” I growled, I didn’t like my prey to talk, and she knows that.
Like how she knows that I always like a very good challenge…
She glared at me for a moment, our wolf in a fight for dominance, but a loud growl later. Was all it took for her to bare her neck for me. Her heart beating wildly like wild fire.
I leaned in closer to her, inhaling a scent that suddenly felt too foreign and wrong.
I paused my actions, my face barely millimeters away from connecting with her neck.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I let go of her wrist
“Get out!!”
I backed away so fast like I had touched a live wire. Pointing at the door with rage and something else boiling inside me.
Her eyes changed from shock to hurt before it turned to her trademark icy stare.
“It's a shame, you don't know what you want anymore.” She taunted, her smile growing bolder.
“You should leave,” I repeated slowly, this time my wolf flashed before my eyes, causing her to stumble back like a scared kitten, despite her hard font.
The office atmosphere underwent a drastic change in a matter of seconds, a pressure that was thicker than anything filling up the small space. Catherine looked like a cat stuck in a trap box, but despite her fears she still had that defiant look on her face.
She backed away to the door, all the time cautiously staring at me,
“You can’t hide the truth forever, Alpha,” she said softly, “Not from them. And not from yourself. The commanders are already getting suspicious, it's just a matter of time before the news spreads…you are becoming soft.”
I gripped my office desk hard. My knuckles turned white from the sheer force. A low grumble tore through my chest.
But she was gone faster than flash, The office door slamming against the walls echoed through the room.
Catherine’s remnant perfume clung to my clothes like rot, making my stomach twist uncomfortably. Her last words kept me vibrating through my skull
And gods help me, she was right.
I was breaking the rules I had carved out by myself. I was becoming something I despised with my whole being…
“I was becoming soft.” My body trembled with uncontrolled anger. All for a boy with haunted eyes, silver scars, and a secret too deep, it baffled even me.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly Daphne's words slipped into my mind, something I have been trying to avoid for days now.
her voice as of that day continued to echo in my head. “He is in a coma-like state. Like he is trapped between the living and the dead. I have read across this before. Damon, if he doesn’t wake up soon, you may have no choice…”
I had stared at her like she was crazy
already knowing where she was going.
“You’ll have to give him your blood,” she had said without mincing words, “Alpha blood.”
And I laughed at first, like she had just told me the biggest joke of the century, But her face said it all, she wasn't joking.
“It might be the only thing strong enough to pull him back…”
I had left her immediately. My mind focused on realistic things rather than fallacies and theories based on false beliefs.
But now…, I didn't know what to believe again.
And for a moment, I wished Catherine had stayed behind.
Because losing control in her arms would have been easier than losing myself to this endless cycle of strange emotions that continue to eat at my edges of control that took me years of effort to build…
Without thinking I moved, slipping in and out of the shadows, as I moved through the stone corridors, one destination in mind.
Milo.
I needed to see him.
But the universe, it seemed, had other plans of ruining my day even further .
Standing at the door leading to my chamber was the only person I didn’t want to meet, at least not at the fucking moment…
James, my beta.