Sarah sat in the back seat of Damon’s black Sidan. She had absolutely nothing to do, so she busied herself by fiddling with the chains on her wrist, causing a rattling sound to disperse through the car. When they had gotten in a few minutes ago, Damon had made sure to scoot as far away from her as possible… even if that meant squeezing himself flush against the car door.
He didn’t want to touch her… not even a small graze. Sarah felt the urge to glare over at him… and she did, but only for a split second. Thankfully, she turned her face away before he could notice it.
“Need I remind you that you should be on your best behaviour?” Damon asked nonchalantly as he looked out the window. His sharp jawline was displayed openly, rays of sunlight occasionally meeting his skin from the spaces between the tree leaves. They were passing by a long line of green palm trees on both sides. And not a single car drove by them since they started their journey. Sarah wasn’t sure what was so intriguing out there all along, but when he spoke just now and refrained from looking at her, she got the idea that he stared outside because he didn’t want to see her.
An uncontrolled stab of pain shot through her chest at the realization. She bit her lip and cursed under her breath as she mulled over how irritating the mate bond was. She had been doing that a lot lately ever since their little ‘disagreement’. And the problem wasn’t just that he hated her… he also continuously treated her like a dog, just like he did a little while ago when he told her to be on her best behaviour.
But that was how Mr Knack normally treated her, if not worse. Yet there was a vague difference between the two, one that Sarah couldn’t really put her finger on.
“If you heard me, I expect you to leave a reply… you are after all my sex-slave. I’m sure you’ve been trained thoroughly on how to address others. Have you not?”
Sarah shifted in her seat and stuffed her suddenly clammed hands between her legs. He hadn’t addressed her as his sex slave since she had came here, instead he had said something about her being his to keep and protect.
The walls he was constructing, were stronger than when she first came… she could tell. And Sarah clearly understood why.
“Yes, Alpha.” She answered softly, keeping her eyes on her hands so that she didn’t have to make eye contact. When his gaze left the view outside the window and directed towards the side of her face, she could feel it and judging by its intensity, he wasn’t very happy,
“Then act like it! Why the hell are you rattling the chains? Do you take pleasure in annoying me?”
Sarah jolted in her seat at the sudden loudness of his voice. “I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. Her heightened nervousness made her make the mistake of glancing at him apologetically, but the deadly stare that greeted her, forced her eyes to cast elsewhere immediately. “I’m sorry!” She apologized again, but this time her mindlessly apology was for something as simple as meeting his stare.
Damon noticed how quickly her blue eyes swept towards him as well as how quickly they turned away. And he was now annoyed more than he was angry. “How many times do I need to tell you not to apologize for any and everything?”
Sarah pursed her lips as she continued to fiddle with her fingers. There was an answer at the tip of her tongue but her lips hadn’t parted to let it free. This was one of the very rare moments where her mouth had not betrayed her. But Sarah was only able to keep it shut for so long.
He had made it quite clear a few seconds ago that she was his sex-slave… and nothing more. He even told her to act more like one. And now he was telling her not to apologize for doing something wrong? That was going against his own words.
This was confusing, he was confusing.
“I am nothing but your sex-slave… as you’ve stated clearly. I was trained to apologize for every single thing I do that is deemed wrong by my owner.” She started to say, making Damon’s eyes slightly widen in surprise. She wasn’t sure what brought the push of confidence but she didn’t even stammer through her words. “Plus, you told me moments ago to act like the sex slave I am, and so that is what I will do.”
Sarah’s face still wasn’t turned in his direction, so she didn’t get to see the way her words made his eyes twitch. He was irritated…. very much so, but he had nothing to say to that. What was there to say anyway when he had indeed told her to act more like a sex-slave?
But it made him so angry to hear her say it herself… and he had no idea why…
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Damon and Sarah had just arrived at Sumber Hall, the place where all the Alphas of each pack and high ranking werewolves gathered for their meetings as well as occasional celebrations. This particular occasion was supposed to be a simple introduction then afterwards they would immediately leave. But surprisingly, Damon had come to see flashing lights, sleek cars and countless werewolves in formal outfits running around in his vision.
He was King so he had wanted to look extravagant in his new tuxedo… more so than the people around him. But now that this was styled as a party, he didn’t look as extravagant as he wanted… Well, he did outdo the others but not to the extent he wanted.
And that was all because of Jason Claw…
Jason was the one whom he had entrusted the task of inviting all the high ranking wolves. There was no one other than him who would dare to irritate him by planning all this without his prior consent. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Damon glanced around the area in search of him as he walked along the red carpet that lead inside the three floored mansion in front of him.
Sarah was closely trailing behind Damon, her shackled hands pressed against her chest as her eyes darted from left to right then from right to left. Eyes followed her every movement… watching and analyzing everything from the way she walked to the filthy, torn up clothes she was wearing. She was used to the eyes because of the frequent customers that came to the Human Trade branch she was at before, but this kind of stare was different… they were full blown judging her solely by her appearance, there were even some devious-looking women who had glared hatefully in her direction. It wasn’t just some plain hatred though, it was a look that said, “Drop down and die right now before I kill you myself!”
Sarah shivered under their stare and picked up her speed so that she was just a few inches behind Damon.
“Alpha!” A call from the left drew both of their gazes towards the man whom Damon had been searching for since he arrived… Jacob Claw. He was coming out of a blue car, wearing a blue suit with a blue tie, blue shoes and white undershirt. Sarah scrunched up her nose at his obvious obsession with the colour blue.
“What the hell is this?!” Damon seethed.
Jason didn’t look the least bit scared of Damon despite the anger in his tone. He simply walked forward and patted him on the shoulder, then as soon as his eyes scanned his attire with an approving stare, he turned to Sarah and looked her up and down. “When Damon told me he wanted to introduce you today, I totally thought he forgot about the full moon tonight.” He glanced down at the chains binding her hands together and smirked knowingly, “but it seems like you guys are already preparing for it.”
Sarah blinked. ‘Full moon? What’s there to prepare for on a full moon?’