Damion's POV.
Pounding joy couldn't escape my heart. I almost thought she despise me because of my sudden disappearance without notice or at least a sign that I'm still alive. I'm glad she didn't stop finding me, even though there's a hundred percent chance she will only find my remains. Her effort is beyond thoughtful, she's limitless and brave.
I answered her before she rejected my intimate hug.
"Just like you, I also wondered why. But we can still change this, okay?" I answered while holding back my outburst to laugh and release my overflowing romantic excitement. She pulled my arms and put them at the back of me— showing an initial sign of attacking.
Answering, "Am I a laughingstock to you, Mr. Damion?"
This time, the urge to laugh can no longer be hidden, so I let it out while trying to get my arms out of my back. I was about to answer. We were having fun and almost own the entire night, making it OUR night. But the Alpha King appeared. I can see his anger even in the presence of only silence. I bowed and kneel before him, and kissed his toe to show my respect. Mia just bowed.
"I apologize for my late arrival, Alpha King," I mumbled while still not looking at his face. Because if I do, it'll make me look like a disrespectful werewolf to its King. Alpha King surprised me with a slap. Not just a normal slap, its intensity is so high that I almost couldn't breathe. I wanted to react and let my pain show, nevertheless, it's not applicable in this very situation. Without showing my pain, I bowed before him, not saying a single word, letting him torture me.
Alpha King grips on my chin and punched me with one strike. But in that strike, I felt random energy all at its maximum level. He pulled my face back to his hand, near to his face, saying, "Why did you kill your personnel? Did you know how much manpower did you just waste?!"
"I just—"
I wanted to reply. But how could I? He already kicked me in the face and did many more kinds of torture. He wears a spike all over his body, only to give me excruciating pain. I think he summoned me not to only get information, but to also tortured me with a purpose. I don't have the right to complain now because I'm just a Beta. I don't have the right to speak, not yet. I'll wait until I conquered Jacob's spot of being an Alpha of this pack. Even if it means betraying my own mate.
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Faye's POV.
It's been a week since I last saw Damion. I feel so weak and I have no clue about the reason. Uncle Lowell and Auntie Fatima gave me multiple sets of potions to ease my pain. Unfortunately, none of them worked. It just worsened my condition. The weakened body causes me colds, flu, and fever. School is about to start— the only escape from this lonely world. How could I continue to study if I couldn't control my wolf?
"How long should I wait to be back to normal, Dad?" I asked.
Dad went near me and check for my temperature.
"She won't get better until Damion returns," Auntie Fatima says while sharpening her claws. Damion again? Is he really that important to my life that I couldn't live it just the way I want? How many days should I waste waiting for him to come? Damn this stupid idea of having life mates. Whoever invented this really sucks. If I could swear to him or her, I'm cursing now!
Mom is out of the villa, collecting various amounts of vegetables and hunting pigs to eat at dinner. She's alone, but she can do it. After dad hears Auntie Fatima, he went berserk. He almost ruined some of the potions displayed near my bed. Argh! Instead of making me feel better, he always causes a scene that he knows will make me feel worse. Dad wolfed out as he releases his anger, ruining the already-ruined room.
"Okay, so what's the point of getting mad, dad?" I asked.
"I don't know! Don't ask me! I don't know how to tame my emotions! Whoever does is probably a human!" he responded while sounding like a choking werewolf whose trying to calm his tone so I wouldn't feel so bad about him when in fact, I already did.
Dad went out, followed by Auntie Fatima who's still sharpening her claws. Finally! Some peace!
I picked up the coffee mom had prepared for me before she went outside to hunt meat and collect side dishes. My heart aches every time I move my body, and there's no single moment I wouldn't think about my mate— thinking he's the reason why I ended up getting sick for having him away. The pain is not as simple as Aunt Fatima and Uncle Lowell thought. It's a kind of unfamiliar pain that will worsen my condition once I've discovered the reason. Apparently, I'm such a masochist for wanting to dive into knowing the reason, feeding my curiosity about what it wants. If not now, then when? I don't know how to start investigating the unfamiliar pain. Maybe after I got better?
My phone that's been sitting for days on the table beside my bed suddenly rang. I already answered the phone call before I knew it. It's a video call from my closest friend in school, Gwen.
"Want me to pick you up at your condo?" she asked hastily.
I giggled! With this kind of tone she just gave me, I sensed it was something about meeting hot boys! I've been stuck in this four-cornered room without feeding the pussy what it needs and WANTS.
"No, you didn't!" I responded, giggling— hoping she sensed that I smelled her plan.
"Yes, I did! Well, before you ask if it's true, yes it is. Near the Balkans, there's a secret bar in there that no parents would ever think of checking. Your dad will not bother checking it if you sneak out as in RIGHT NOW!" Gwen responded. She's already wearing her bar clothes. Glittery tank tops, mini skirts, high heel boots, surely complemented her glittery makeup, bun hair, and hoops. Damn, she's so fine!
I hastily agreed, told her my new address, and ended up the call. I was only moving my body little by little, and it already ached so badly. Being a werewolf is such a big hindrance to everything that I wanted to do. But I won't let this happen in front of the boys.
Locking the door, doing my makeup, choosing my clothes— I did them all in a split second of time. But my body still aches. Can I really do this?
"Yes, you can."
Damn, who spoke?
"It's your wolf, bitch. Why are you so smart at everything but end up acting dumb when I'm the one you're talking with?"
Nonconsciously, I rolled my eyes upward, shaking my head off the negativities that my wolf gave me. There's no cure for this aching body but sex, and I'm about to experience it!
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Sincerely, I wanted to apologize to myself. Because no, nothing could ever give me medicine to bring back my good health. I was just sitting at the corner of the bar, freezing in cold, and whimpering in envy. I'm sure, right now, dad is acting like a coward Alpha, flying into a rage for a reason of not finding her daughter. As of now, all I wanted is to go home, while Gwen is having fun— dancing with hot guys. She almost stripped of her clothes, but still not giving in because she was teasing them. I WANT IT TOO!
As I was staring around the bar, someone approached me with a drink in his hand. I was glad because someone noticed me even without seeing a lot of my skin. Right now, the sexy back clothes I was wearing a while ago have been covered by my thick coat.
"Who dares to bring you here?" asked the man who offered me a drink.
He has a familiar voice. OMG, dad?!
I jerked my head upward to clearly see the man.
"D-Damion?"
He's not wearing any tops, so I saw his perfectly built abs. He wore denim pants and he was sweating. It added to his already hot aura!
My heartbeat went faster. Excitement, guilt, joy— I felt them all at once. My body's temperature just turned back to normal. I can feel my energy now, and I will not kill this! It was a sudden reaction. I hugged him tightly, so tight. Enough to make him feel like he's being choked.
"...you're here!" I murmured as I buried my face in his broad chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.
I was so happy. The happiness couldn't even identify its reason. Whether it's because I could do what Gwen was doing, I would go back to feeling normal, or the fact that he's here and I could finally see his face again.
Suddenly, Damion jerks my head out of his body. He nonchalantly walked out of the bar while holding my hand. He looked empty. His facial expression is unreadable. It makes me feel terrified. What's behind that look, Damion?
"Why are you bringing such a fine lady out of this bar? Are you a member here? Are you allowed to drag her out?" some random man spoke from behind Damion while walking toward me to reach for my hand. That random man looked at me, smirking. "She's with Gwen, and I wanted to table her."
Before I knew it, that random man swam into a pool of mud in front of him, because Damion let him talk to his fist. He didn't end it there. Damion even sat on top of him, continuously punching the random man, without even considering the fact that he might be a human.
What is this excitement I feel? My heart is beating so fast. It almost went out. Especially when he speaks again, threatening the random man.
"No one can hit on my mate."