The gentle wind blows gently on the leaves and moves them slowly. It’s a beautiful and peaceful evening. Alpha Damien is standing inside the beautiful garden, staring into space. The gentle wind blows gently on his face and sways his hair soothingly. He has been in his mansion for a few hours, and it feels good to be here again. This is where he comes to whenever he has a lot going on in his mind.
The image of Cassie’s face flash through his mind, and his heart misses a beat. He gulps down nothing and releases a brief sigh. He has just been away for hours, and he’s already feeling this way. He craves to see her face again, but too bad that he has to be here for some time. As much as he wants to convince himself that he’s not missing her, the truth is standing in front of him and staring back at him.
“What’s this feeling?” Placing his hand on his racing heart, he whispers to himself. Why does he feel this way lately when thinking of her? Ever since the incident that night, he hasn’t been able to get her off his head.
Pushing all the thoughts to the back of his mind, he sighs deeply and throws his head backward. Maybe going to the club to calm his head won’t be a bad idea.
He finally turns around and strides his way down to his room. Stepping into the spacious room, he ambles to the king-sized bed and picks up his phone that’s lying on it. The room is painted in golden color, with the ceiling painted white. A big chandelier light is hanging on the ceiling and glowing beautifully. The curtains hanging in the window are also golden and the bed is covered in an expensive-looking duvet. The room is sparkling neat and so large.
Swiping the unlock button of his phone, he checks the time and drops it back. It’s time to go have fun.
He strips out of his clothes and head into the bathroom to have his bath.
An hour later…
He’s all ready for the clubbing. He’s wearing black trousers and a black T-shirt. His hair looks messy, but still, looks sexy on him. The dress fit him perfectly.
Taking a last glance at his reflection in the mirror, he finally picks up his phone from the bed and ambles out of the room. He strides down the hallway, whose walls are painted in golden color too.
Descending the stairs, he ambles to the exit door and makes his way out of the house.
A few minutes later at the clubhouse…
The buzzing music fills the air, as well as the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. The lights are dim and it’s hard to see the people in the club. People are dancing in pairs to the buzzing music.
Alpha Damien is sitting in the VIP section of the clubhouse, sipping from the glass of wine he’s holding, while feeding his eyes with the beautiful dance from the strippers. The corner of his lips slowly twitches into a smirk as he takes another sip from the wine.
“Hello, handsome,” a sweet and sexy voice whispers in his ear, getting his attention. He waits patiently until the owner of the voice walk over to his front. Slowly, he raises his gaze to behold the beautiful goddess standing in front of him. She’s wearing a black strapless short gown, which reveals her cleavage. Her body is in a perfect figure, and her red hair is cascading down her shoulders. Although it’s almost dark, his eyes still marvel at the sight before him. Her skin glows beneath the darkness. Her scent is everything that can intoxicate any man.
“Hi…” The corner of his lips twitches into a smirk, as he locks eyes with her. Her eyes are gorgeous ocean blue with a touch of yellow-greenish color in them. Her eyes color is rare.
“What’s a handsome man doing all alone here by himself? Don’t tell me that you’re not interested in any of the gorgeous ladies here, or maybe they didn’t notice you. Well, I know that the latter is not the case. I mean, it’s not possible not to notice a prince charming,” she says in her sexiest and seductive voice, winking at him.
“Maybe because I choose to stay here,” he takes a sip from his whine, as he shrugs.
“Oh, I see. How about we grab some drink and chit-chat,” she rolls her eyes, and he shrugs with a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.
“Waiter…” She calls out, and one of the waiters rushes up to them.
“Get us a bottle of vodka. And please, I want some ice too,” the waiter walks away after taking orders from her. She turns her attention back to Damien, whose attention is focused on nothing.
“My name is Silver. What’s the name?” She questions, and he slowly turns his attention to her.
“My name is not important. You look like you want something. How about I give it to you, huh?” His husky voice soothes her ears, and she gulps down nothing nervously.
“Come on, over here…” He hushes as his smirk widens into a broad smile. He stands up to his feet and started walking away. Silver stands up too and trails behind him.
The door to a room suddenly burst open, and the two snuggle into the room, as they both kiss roughly. He slams her back on the wall of the room, devouring her mouth as a tiger does to its prey. His warm hand caresses the inside of her thighs, while the other one plays with her breast.
“Hmm…” She moans softly, biting her bottom lip as she throws her head back, breaking from the kiss. He trails kisses down her neck and licks on the sensitive part of her neck, earning a sharp moan from her. Her breath thickens as he bites on her neck lightly.
Her knees become weak and she runs her hand on the wall, trying to hold on to something for support. His body reacts to his every touch. Of course, he’s a pro at what he does, he has the charm to drive any woman crazy and wild.
His hand crawls its way up her body, giving her a tingling sensation. She feels wet down there, and can’t just wait for him to do something crazy with the prince charming in front of him.
His hand stops abruptly in her neck, and his eyes suddenly darken as he pulls away from her.
Thinking that it’s still part of the play, he slowly opens his eyes and freezes on the spot at the sight that welcomes her. Seeing the danger in his eyes, her heart sinks into her stomach.
“Who sent you?” His deep voice echoes in the room, as his fingers slowly clutch around her neck.
“Wh… what… wha…”
“I ask again, who sent you?” He thunders angrily, tightening his grip around her neck and choking the life out of her.
She managed to reach out for the knife she hid under her dress, but he snatch it from her before she can stab him.
“Who sent you!” He roars at her.
“Please… please don’t harm me… ple…” He slit her throat with the knife, and she drops dead on the floor…