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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Chapter 8 08

Damon s POv

The meeting with Alpha Xander to discuss the Uranium that he said he had with me started quite earlier than I d predicted. When I walked into the room with my friend, Tunde, the Alpha was already waiting with his Beta.

Tunde is supposed to be my Beta if only I'd taken up the Alpha position and even though I thought my action would ve pissed him off, he felt I was really cool by rejecting the oath of allegiance.

"Alpha Damon," His Beta, stood up, bowed his head in submission as I walked into the room.

"I m not an Alpha, my father is the Alpha" I replied, before walking over to sit opposite his Alpha.

"Please proceed, Alpha Xander, What is the occasion?" I asked as if I didn t have an idea of why we were all seated in the meeting.

"I already informed you yesterday that I have access to a reasonable quantity of Uranium" Alpha Xander said, a smirk on his face, obviously proud of himself.

"And?"

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