Chapter 87 Alone with the wolves
Alone with the wolves
Milo pov
The meal began immediately. Servants dressed neatly in white and black trooped in with practiced and orderly fashion. Within minutes, the table was filled with different assotic dishes and food. The tantalizing aroma tickled my nostrils. Yet I couldn't perceive it at all. I tried to eat, I really did, but my hands fumbled stupidly with the fork, nearly spilling meat onto the floor. And when I actually did take a bite, the food tasted bland on my tongue.
I knew that Selene didn't like me right from day one. That was why, throughout the meal, her eyes were on watching and scrutinizing me. And no matter her intention for doing that, I suddenly had the urge to prove myself to her. But the more I tried, the more the world seemed to turn against me.
when it felt like i had seen it all, Selene's voice broke the awkward silence like a whip.
“So… Damon.” She dabbed delicately at her lips with her napkin. “Of all the pets you could have chosen… you chose a boy?”
The sound of my fork clattering on my plate echoed like a gunshot. My entire body suddenly went rigid. Unimaginable shame enveloped me to the extent I couldn’t even look up, but it didn't stop Damon from answering.
“Yes”
Damons answered in an emotionless voice. If not for his hands that tightened around me, anybody else would think that he was merely talking about the weather.
Selen laughed, a soft but cruel type of laughter. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You always had strange tastes, right from your first m…”
“Careful sister,” Damon snapped at her. I could feel his whole body tense under me.
“Ohhh, our little omega doesn't know” she said with a smile, clearly enjoying whatever she was doing.
Heat flared in my cheeks, I squirmed uncomfortably on Damon's laps while praying that the ground would open and take me in…
I paused, The realization of her words sank in.
Wait, what don't I know?...
“Selene don't push my patience” Damon’s voice came out in a deep growl
“Oh, little damon, don’t be so defensive,” she retorted smoothly. “I’m only saying what everyone is thinking… proba" I'm talking about the whole pack. Look at him. This is a mistake. He can’t even hold a fork properly.”
My throat burned with shame. I gripped the fork tighter as though it would stop my body from shaking from the humiliation that was coursing through my veins.
Catherine smirked lowly behind her glass, her eyes lighting up, like a little girl that was dashed candy.
I could feel the tension between them thicken in the room. The room was slowly becoming unbearable for everybody. The air felt heavy with their alpha auras that kept on clashing together.
“He is mine,” Damon growled finally. His alpha aura kept on spilling around him. It was so thick that it affected those around them. My omega instincts kicked in immediately, and without my control, my body began to lean towards the ground, the urge to prostrate before and alpha getting stronger as time went by. Even Catherine wasn't an exception. She had eyes as wide as saucers, as she forced herself not to submit to her natural instincts and bow in obedience.
The hall was suffocating with their pressure, but the only person not affected in the room was Selene, Damon's sister, and a fellow alpha just like him. She met his aura head on, neither of them backing down,
“You have grown soft, brother,” she said, “Parading around with an… omega boy. I wonder what the Unrighteous alphas will say when they see that the almighty Damon is reduced to this?”
Her disdain and disgust were so thick that my chest tightened around me. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Catherine chuckled darkly, further increasing the damage.
Damon’s jaw clenched so tight I thought he might shatter his own teeth. “You have always played with fire. Don’t make me remind you how quickly it burns.”
Her laughter rang throughout the room, beautiful and cruel at the same time. “You have always hated that I never bowed to you. You are nothing but the family’s chained hound. Tell me, little brother, does it still ache when they tug at your leash?”
The words sank in like fangs tearing into the skin, I winced silently,
But Damon didn’t let it falter him. He leaned forward, his bottom jaw touching the top of my head. “You have always been the black sheep of the family. That is what you have always been… “Poisoning everything you touch.”
Her smirk faltered for a brief second before it switched back even fiercer than before. “i would prefer to be the black sheep than a broken wolf...”
My breath hitched,
Damon’s hand tightened around me to the extent I hissed in pain. The pressure in the room increased 10 times of before, and Damon clenched his trembling hands into fist. His body poised like a snake that was ready to strike. But when I thought he would actually lung at his sister and teach the bitch a lesson…
Cornel burst through the door, he appeared beside Damon immediately, and whispered something quietly in his ears. I caught the flicker that ran through Damon’s eyes as he listened to whatever message cornel had brought.
He looked at Selene’s face who had a victorious look, I so much wanted to knock off, before he looked at me. And for a moment, I thought I saw hesitation flash in his eyes, but it was gone.
Without saying anything, he shoved the chair back, the sound slicing through the silence, and stormed out of the hall.
Leaving me there, all alone with the smiling wolves.