Chapter 58 Don't know him

Chapter 58 Don't know him
Damien's POV
Trust her?
It's a question I can't answer. I'm as stunned as my wolf to find her at the exact house which is believed to belong to Harry!
Then there's suddenly a feast to welcome a family. According to her, a friend is coming over.
She's hiding something.
Why hasn't it clicked in my mind yet? How could such a woman be living in such a luxurious mansion?
With possibly so many rooms, and grand intricacies that define a wealthy woman or slightly wealthy.
Just as my feet pace after her while she leads, my eyes peeked around every corner, wanting to find a clue, for a man who she might be hiding.
Does she know Harry?
It's weird she didn't ask how I found her or get more invested in why I had a gun, all looking bloody.
Rather, she was more concerned about her table and the ruins I'd caused by appearing.
Possibly, she must have thought I came here to carry her away again and that wasn't on my agenda.
I almost bumped into her if I hadn't staggered aside and placed my palm on the wall close to a door, while posing.
She lifted her eyes to look at me and her hand held the doorknob.
Questioning her was my thing, but with those heavy eyes on me, it was as though my lips got sealed, and I watched her fade away.
She's saying something, but all I saw was how she radiated under the fluorescent lights.
"Here" I finally caught that one and then glided fluidly inside, and I scoffed at the exquisite room.
"Princess, how the fuck do you have such room?"
She took a glimpse at me again and this time catwalked to a dresser which she flung open.
"Not only that, I have a men's closet. Pick any clothes of your choice"
I was taken aback, my mouth was left hanging, and I couldn't stand straight with that declaration.
"What?" I managed to squeeze out, restless but still kept a straight look.
She shrugged her shoulders, unbothered.
"This room is for my clients, you should know how I got my money," she proudly declared, placing her hands on her waist and glowering at me.
Now I'm fucking concerned! It felt like a pang struck me and took my breath away.
I should have taken her that night!
There's a ripple in my muscles as I gnashed my teeth watching how she casually strolled to the bathroom door, which she spurred open.
Whore.
How long has she been here? Five hours? Did she have sex with someone?
I didn't want to start a fight, but I ended up rolling my sleeve to get my elbow pulled out of the wall and stride towards her.
She won't be doing that anymore. My princess is mine alone, and I don't share!
I threw my hands around her waist, hauling her to my chest while using my eyes to scan through the bathroom.
Perhaps she needed to survive and no matter how everyone sees her ass, I'm never judging her, I'm keeping her.
"You're my Luna now and that changes it," I whispered , kissing her mildly in her middle while burying my head in her face.
She turned to look at me in the eyes, her hands rested on my arms as she heaved a sigh.
"I don't think I can come out of it...I think I'm addicted," she murmured, barely above a whisper.
Her words hurt, and I closed my eyes briefly before looking at her.
"Then I'd make you addicted to me. We'd work it out together."
"No, you should let me go..."
"I never let anything I own go, and most importantly, I don't share anything, not my woman," I cut in sharply, peering into her eyes and breathing hard.
Her eyes sunk inside as they hovered around my face. She parted her lips softly as though to say a word, but then she heaved a sigh.
"Well you have many..."
"Shut the fuck up! It's a different case, and I'm empowering those women!"
She gasped at me, shaking her head. My face had grown serious as I was pissed off by the fact that she wouldn't want me but would have several.
"Oh, by letting them warm your bed!" She argued, brawling her eyes at me and I scoffed.
"As the alpha, I have to have many..."
"You're shameless," her lips spewed as I licked my lower lips, raising a brow at her.
"For you, if women are your problem, I'd dispose of them."
"Then what? I become the evil woman who stole their dreams?"
"You're already evil to have me chasing you."
"Just give up on me, Damien," she said in a frustrated tone.
"Do you have a family aside from me?" I asked, really intrigued to know more because she doesn't look like one addicted to sex.
She looks like one who runs away from it and, after that sex we had in the car, I can tell she's still learning.
"W-what?" Rosie sparked, fluttering her eyes at me, even her body stiffened in my arms.
"You know Harry, don't you?" I fired but in a low tone, just observing how jittery she was.
Is that sweat I'm seeing on her forehead?
"What!!!" The pitch of her voice grew louder, just as her eyes grew wider at me, like I was insane.
It's just a question, yet I decided to take it.
"You slept with him!" I pressed on, furrowing my brows at her and she panted softly.
"What!!!"
Screw that exclamation because right now, I was getting tense, confused and angry.
She sleeps with men, shouldn't she know him?
Her hands were pushing my arms from around her waist, but I tightened my grip on me, pinning her body to mine.
"Who's Harry?"
"A frequent customer? One who lives here?" I pressured sorting for a doubt, while holding my breath.
My heart raced fast as she looked amused and thrown out of proportion.
She suddenly burst into a chuckle, avoiding my gaze, and I felt insulted.
However, studying her, I sense she's nervous and trembling.
I don't want to be right... Please don't know him.