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 · Fantasia

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50 Chs

Chapter 37 37

Damon's POV

The ride back to the pack was awkward and uncomfortable for me. Lyla won't stop staring at me and Tunde won't stop checking on me as he drove us back to the pack. I stared hard at the rows of trees we passed by, trying to swallow the images in the head.

Lyla'suddenly held my hand, squeezing it tightly. Without looking at her, I removed my hand from hers.

"I'm fine, " I groaned and faced the car's window back.

"Are you okay, Damon?" Tunde asked.

"Since when have I ever been okay? I'm Damon and that means I'm never in my right senses, okay? Both of you should stop acting as if I dropped from a tree and broke my neck. I'm fucking fine" I hissed and ignored their look.

When I turned to look at Lyla, her eyes were filled with tears and she was biting hard on her lips till she drew blood and squealed at the sight of blood.

"Stop hurting yourself, it's not worth it" I condemned her action.

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