Sarah sat on the floor, curled up against the wall with her head resting on her knees. She had been in the same position ever since her conversation with Damon. Her eyes were stinging, probably from lack of sleep, but Sarah wouldn’t close her eyes. Her mind was too preoccupied.
She hadn’t slept throughout the night… not even for a second. Aside from thinking about how bad of a life she had, she had also been watching Damon mumbling and shifting around in his sleep. She had no idea what he was dreaming about but she figured he was reliving a bad experience. And though Sarah didn’t want to, she still pitied him.
Yet the one who needed pity the most was her…
Everything was weighting down on her shoulders, she almost felt as if she would black out any minute. Plus, the pain from falling down the stairs still hurt a lot, but not as much. It was quite puzzling though. A fall from that height should’ve probably broken a few bones or so, but Sarah only felt pain in her limbs and head… not an immense kind of pain that couldn’t be beared though.
Perhaps, she got lucky for once in her life?
Damon dragged her out of her thoughts as he walked out from the bathroom with his phone held to his ears. His eyebrows were pulled together and his lips were set into a thin line as he listened to the person on the other end of the call.
“Jacob, just do as I say, will you?”
“The southern border doesn’t need much patrols since it leads out to the human territory.”
“Yeah, we’ve eradicated most of the Hunters in that area but Maxim doesn’t know that. He won’t risk going that route, I’m sure of it.”
Sarah looked up at him at the mention of the word ‘hunters’. Hunters were a small number of humans scattered around the globe. Their only goal is to eradicate as much werewolves as possible. You could say they were the only ones who were brave enough to rebel. Sarah knew a great deal in that area since her father was one of them. He was her role model back in the days, but after he died during a battle and she was left to live on the streets by herself, most of her memories of her family disappeared with time.
“I expect you to be ready by the time I finish my phone call.” Damon was standing by the door now, one hand still holding the phone to his ear while the other was grasping the door as he looked over at her. Sarah couldn’t deny the fact that he looked extravagantly beautiful.
He was wearing a black tuxedo that fitted him just right, hugging his body in a way that his broad shoulders and thick muscles weren’t hidden. And just like the day when she first saw him, his black hair was caught at the back with a few unruly strands dancing in his vision. His hazel eyes were staring at her intensely, it almost seemed as if he wanted to see into her very soul. She could still see the hatred as clear as day in them, however there was a small streak of confusion there as well.
Sarah cocked her head. Was he finally beginning to doubt that she betrayed him?
No, that couldn’t be it. She shook away that thought. Yesterday when he returned to the room after leaving, she had bottled up the courage to tell him once again that she hadn’t known that the rogue was in the basement. Of course, she had requested for the permission to speak first. However, Damon had practically slapped her in the face when he told her to shut up before she even finished speaking.
He obviously wasn’t open to the idea of her being innocent.
Frowning at the memory, she casted her gaze away from him and returned her chin to her knee. But she missed the glare that Damon had sent her afterwards. To him, she looked too well. By tradition, he should’ve killed her the moment he found out that she was in league with rogues but he couldn’t make himself lay his hands on her. His wolf counterpart had successfully done everything in his power to prevent that from happening… sadly. He should’ve crushed her bones and peeled her skin from her body, but he had let her off.
For the second time in his life, the mate bond had made him weak and powerless… just like ten years ago.
But this time around, he had something planned, something that’d decide whether Sarah lives or dies.
“Alpha? Are you listening?” Jason called out to him over the phone.
“Yeah, what’d you say?” Damon quickly shoved his thoughts aside and walked through the door before slamming it shut, making Sarah flinch.
She turned to look at the closed door, her frown still in place. She hadn’t forgotten about the event today, she just tried hard not to think too much about it. It wasn’t that she was scared or nervous to be introduced to all the high-ranking werewolves, more like she wasn’t interested in going. She didn’t see the point now that he hated her guts.
Was it against the rules to not introduce his mate? Then again, he was the one who made the rules. He could break it if he wanted to.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sarah’s frown deepened. Why was he knocking when the door wasn’t even locked from the inside?
She stayed glued to the floor, but another series of knocks, forced her to reluctantly get up. She winced at the sudden cramps in her limbs that was mixed with a sharp sting of pain.
“You really love to see me in pain, don’t you?” She mumbled under her breath as she shambled over to the door. The shackles felt disturbing on her hands but she had to bear with it. He’d probably lock her in the basement if she complained to him about it.
Finally arriving at the door, she reached her hands forward and managed to sloppily twist the knob. But the face she saw when she pulled the door open, made anger spread through her veins like wildfire.
Alexis…