Chapter 92 What have you done?
What have you done
Milo’s POV
I embraced the silence of the demon's chamber immediately closing the door behind me.
I leaned against the wall, while. Panting like I just ran a marathon. But I had passed through something even worse than just a simple marathon. The walk back from the hospital had felt heavier than it was supposed to be.
Maybe it's because of the fact that Daphne’s last words before we separated kept on echoing inside my skull like a curse.
“Be careful of him, Milo” she had whispered, “he is a very dangerous brute, and there are rumors that once he fancies something, he takes it, no matter what. Not even Damon could protect you from his claws…”
I shook my head to get rid of the depressing information, but no matter what, her voice wouldn’t fade. And neither would Damon’s, sharp and commanding instructions that had cut through the chaos that was running inside my body. “Go home, and wait for me”
Wait for him?...
I scampered to pick myself up from the ground, going inside the bathroom immediately to get myself ready for whatever I was supposed to be ready for.
From the look on Damon's face, he is already in a bad mood, and I wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of his anger.
With that being set, I rushed my bath like my life depended on it. Changing my clothes that was probably stinking from all the sweat and hospital odor, to, one of the numerous big shirts that Damon had forced me to be wearing instead of the normal decent clothes, anybody can wear.
It was not too bad, though, I thought, brushing the soft edges of the pink shirt that runs halfway to my thighs. Weirdly, I have a thing for the color pink. Maybe it's the way it complements so well with my blond hair that was almost reaching my back.
My face flushed Scarlett red as I looked at my reflection in the giant mirror in the room. All prepped up, body scrubbed free from dirty, hair dried and brushed, then most and foremost, out of my over-carefulness, I had gone extra miles to shave and keep myself all clean. Shame burned through me, I could imagine how I looked right now, probably like a horny slut or worse, a prostitute.
Maybe it was too much, or maybe I had misheard what he said… What if he had meant something else?
Different thoughts continued to run in my head. My heart refused to stop hammering around my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, twisting my hands nervously as I waited for a very long time, still the door remained closed, Damon was nowhere in sight.
When the sun finally went down, I realised that I had probably fooled myself into believing something that wasn’t there.
How could I have been so stupid and blind? He must have probably forgotten that he ever said anything to me.
Lior whimpered inside me. I gave a dry laugh,
Did he actually mean that I should wait for him? Sit here all day, with head down, like a good little dog, head down?...
The door suddenly slammed open. My heart nearly flew out of my chest. I jolted up to my feet in shock.
Damon stood in the doorway, his and my blood ran cold. He was seething. Rage rolled off him like smoke from a wildfire. His aura filled the chamber before he even took a step inside, crowding the air until my lungs forgot how to work.
Damon's eyes never left mine as he stepped into the room. Immediately, his alpha aura slammed into me before the door even clicked shut. I could feel his anger and rage that was radiating from him, his eyes burned with wild, almost primal.
“D…Damon…”
I stammered, but then I froze. No, my brain and thoughts actually froze halfway through my speech.
He didn’t say anything. He continued to advance slowly and deliberately, one step at a time. I backed away slowly, my body moving on its own. A gasp escaped my lips when I realised that my back just hitted a wall.
“What were you thinking?” His voice came as a snarl. Low, rough, and filled with anger that made all my bones vibrate uncontrollably. “Do you have a death wish, standing up to Kael? He could have snapped you in half if I had not stepped in.”
My lips parted, but no words could come out.
“I…just wanted to…”
“The Alpha you planned to go up against isn't just any Alpha.” He growled, coming so close I could feel his breath fanning my neck. “They call him the Butcher of Ardent pack. A tyrant and a war lover who had spilled more blood than any alpha has in the circle. He is a twisted psycho who does fight for power. He only fights for the thrill of tearing people apart. And.most and foremost. He has a reputation…”
I swallowed hard, my eyes widening in unwillingness to know, mixed with mad curiosity at the same time. “What reputation?...”
“He steals other Alpha's pets.” Damon said with an emotionless voice.
My stomach sank.
“What?”
“That's who he is, Milo,” Damon said, his voice filled with loathing and disgust. “He sees something valuable. He makes it his life-long game to take it. Not because he needs them. But because he can. The pet you saw today? She belonged to another Alpha once.”
My throat suddenly went dry, my stomach twisting in a painful way.
“And now…” Damon's voice dropped to a low snarl, “he has seen you, Milo.”
My chest tightened as his words sank in.
“He won’t forget your defiance today. To him, that kind of spirit is… rare. He will do all he can to break it.”
A shiver ran through me, but anger coiled
“I couldn't let them t…touch Daphne. And that girl she was… ”
“you don't fucking understand.” Damon snapped at me, punching the wall near my ears. His eyes blazed with fire, “You were foolish to believe that you can save her. You don't understand that in this world, there are people meant to be at the bottom of the food...”
Damon stopped halfway, his face morphed into an unreadable expression…
“...I am at the bottom of the food chain.” I finished for him, anyway. The words cut deep, I couldn't help the painful feeling that tugged at my heart despite my telling myself that I didn't need to feel angry or hurt.
“That was not what I meant,” Damon argued, but I ignored him and whatever he was saying.. For a moment, I forgot I was facing a dangerous alpha, until a deep growl snapped my attention back.
“Understand me,” he growled. His hand held my chin in a strong grip, forcing me to look at him. “I won’t have you destroyed just because you don’t know your place.” His voice cracked with something else I tried to recognise…
Was Damon scared? But why?
I finally met his stare and I felt like my soul was being sucked out of me by a golden sun. My world faltered, my resolve and anger crumbled like sand dust.
Then without warning, his mouth crashed against mine,