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.

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Chapter 31 31

Hey everyone, I'm deeply sorry for the late update. As I've informed you guys in the previous chapters about school resuming, it really affected my writings in a serious way. I've had several project defense, assignment, class work etc. I just got this little time for myself and decided to use it for this book. I hope you guys understand and give Damon your support. Thank you so much.

Lyla's POV

"You're really leaving," Damon said with an unreadable expression. I blinked, trying to give him an answer that won't hurt him.

"Temporarily, I promise I'll be back soon" I reached out to touch his hand but he quickly shifted it away and placed it on the steering wheel.

Even though he had once informed me that one of the pack warriors will be the one to drop me off in California, he later on decided on taking me himself. On the six hours journey to California, Damon barely said ten words to me.

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