Chapter Three: Weird Experiences

Damon pressed his finger to her lips without hesitation, halting her rant immediately. "I am the Alpha King, and I chose you. From now on, you are my possession: mine to keep and mine to protect. You will stay by my side, Sarah…where my eyes can always reach you."

Those words jogged memories that made Sarah stiffen as confusion lodged itself deep within her soul. Everything that he said just now contradicted everything that she had heard from everyone else. Protect? Damon Kalesto, a.k.a. the Alpha King, didn't protect anyone. All he did was kill, kill, and kill.

She knew that for sure because a few months back, some newcomers at the dungeon had been gossiping about how ruthless he was. And judging by all that they had said, being around him right now was not a good idea.

'At the time when werewolves took full authority over humans, they all voted for an Alpha King…one that everyone thought would be suitable for the job. But the chosen Alpha King isn't one of merit or notoriety…he's the one who wiped out the whole royal family and took their place.

Among both humans and werewolves, he's known as the Devil. Anyone who crosses him—whether young or old—will have to face the blazing fires from the pit of hell. And that isn't all… If a wild wolf howls or a deer hollers and disrupts his slumber, they will face their demise that very night. If you ever manage to encounter him and live to tell the tale, you'll become a legend!'

Right now, Sarah was sitting before that very man. It wasn't clear whether she'd die or not in the next second, so she wasn't exactly what you'd call a legend yet.

Damon’s words had sounded like a love confession or something of that sort, yet she took it as his way of telling her that he'd be watching her every move, and then, the moment she messed up, it would be the end of her. With that in mind, she was supposed to be scared. She was supposed to cry and beg for mercy, but somehow, she didn't feel like doing any of that.

What she did do, though, was flinch away from him. Then, without much thought, her right index finger moved upwards and pressed against her lips, which had been tingling nonstop since he touched her. She was as confused by the odd sensation as she was intrigued.

"Why—" she started to ask, eyes temporarily losing focus on Damon as she became trapped in a world of wonder. "Why does it tingle?"

Damon's shoulders relaxed at her words. When she flinched away from him, he had feared that she was scared of him, but now that he knew that she was simply curious, his mind was certainly at ease. However, there was still one thing that bothered him…he felt satisfied when others feared him, but for some reason, her being scared of him didn't sit right with him.

Why? He wasn't so sure.

How did he feel about this? He was irritated…very irritated. A mere human shouldn't have so much of an effect on him. He was slowly reaching the conclusion that this turn of events wouldn't be good for him at all. "We are mates," Damon finally answered, shifting languidly on the stool. "The tingles are simply a result of the mate bond trying to bring us closer together."

Upon hearing those words, Sarah's mouth parted silently in disbelief. Mates? Since when did werewolves have human mates? And how could she, a mere sex slave, be the mate of an Alpha?

Surely, for anyone else, the former would've been their biggest problem and concern…but for Sarah, it was the latter.

She had been stuck in a cell for ages. No one found her attractive enough to even to even look at, much less think about choosing. Yet the Alpha King was telling her that she was his mate? It was bound to sound unbelievable.

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Damon opted to give her an explanation. "A mate is someone who—"

"I know what it means."

"Oh…" He blinked. "I see." It had been years…thousands of years since someone had cut him off. The last time it happened, his irritation had pushed him to pull his subordinate's tongue right out of his mouth. This time, he was irritated, but not enough to even think about hurting her. Instead, he wanted to nuzzle his nose into her neck and hug her like his life depended on it.

That urge made him all the more irritated.

Damon clenched his jaw and stood up abruptly, flipping over his stool in the process. The fact that he didn't have control over everything he felt while he was around Sarah was highly upsetting. And he couldn't even direct his anger at her like he wanted to. Those deep blue eyes of hers would shut him up in an instant…that was another upsetting thing added to the list.

"The bathroom's upstairs. You can bathe if you want. I don't care…and there's food in the fridge. If you want something to eat, make it yourself." And with that, Damon stalked off, nose flaring and eyes bulging with rage as he clenched his jaw.

Sarah watched his back in confusion as he walked away. He was obviously angry, but she couldn't tell why. It was her first time here, so the least he could do was show her around and offer her food, but he couldn't even do that. He was certainly as cold-hearted as the other women had said.

After a long, cautious glance around the room she was in, Sarah slipped off the couch and allowed her bare feet to touch the fluffy mat on the floor. She didn't have any idea of what she was supposed to do now or where she was supposed to go, but still, she took a few steps forward. It didn't seem like Damon cared where she went or what she did, anyway.