Alpha Damon.

"Breathe, Lyla. You've always been mine," he grazed her lips with his finger. Born a werewolf, cursed as a child, Damon knew he was different even before he was ten. He was never allowed to mingle with kids his age by his father but that didn’t stop him from knowing how to hunt and kill. He never had his wolf because of his curse or so he thought and this made him ruthless, brutal and unwilling to become the Alpha that he was supposed to be until a tiny, beautiful princess came into the picture, making him want to protect her at all cost and this could only be possible if he became the Alpha that he hated the most.

Penangel · Fantasy

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50 Chs

Chapter 19 19

Damon's POV

"Calm the fuck down, Tunde"

I growled at Tunde after I'd successfully dragged him into my study room.

After he found out that Pearl was his mate, he almost pounced on the girl and marked her right at that moment. I had to pull him out of the room by force as both girls looked on in surprise.

"I can't calm down. My mate is up there, all alone without me. I can't calm the fuck down, Damon. It's almost impossible" he bellowed.

Tunde started pacing my study room, destroying everything that came his way. I wanted to scream at him, yell at him to stop or find a way to tie him down before he does anything stupid.

"Let me out of here, Damon"

"Over my dead body" I hissed.

"If you do not let me out, I'll kill you" His eyes were red and it was obvious that the poor guy was fighting with his wolf.

"Don't make me chain you down, Tunde. It wouldn't be funny at that point"

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