“Sarah!” Damon shouted at the top of his lungs, his feet stomping across the room and over to Sarah who was sitting on their bed, her nails stuffed into her mouth meanwhile a smile slowly blossomed on her lips. He had just came back from searching all the rooms on the premises and yet he still couldn’t find what he had been searching for all this time… his favourite black shirt. It was always placed at the front of his closet where he could always see and find it, but for some odd reason, it was now nowhere to be seen.
And seeing as there’s only one person living in this house besides himself, he was more than positive that she was the culprit.
“Where did you hide it?” Damon asked in annoyance, his hand reaching out and plucking her finger out of her mouth to grab her utmost attention.
“You seriously think I’d hide your shirt? I really don’t have it, I swear.” She held her hands up in surrender as she denied his accusations, yet the guilty look on her face greatly contradicted her words.
Damon narrowed his scrutinizing eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He was getting highly irritated by the fact that she had gotten so accustomed to him that she even felt the need to lie to him and laugh about it. If it was in another situation, he’d probably think she looked a teeny weeny bit cute… but right now, this was a grave matter and as such, those lies she had going on there, needed to be put to a stop.
“Why are you laughing?” He continued to interrogate her with a bored yet annoyed expression. Though in truth he was struggling to keep up with his nonchalance. Her smile was becoming contagious… so contagious that he felt the need to smile whenever she did.
Sarah on the other hand, tried her best to retract her smile, but could not do so when Damon was staring down at her like that. “I’m not laughing, I’m smiling.” She corrected. “It’s funny to see you so disturbed just because of a shirt you wore for two days…. two days straight!”
Damon frowned. She said it as if wearing something more than once was a crime. From what he knew, it wasn’t. And this would’ve made it his third day if she hadn’t hidden it out of sight! “That’s not your business. And it’s not just any simple shirt. It was made by the most famous f-”
“Yeah yeah. You already told me that.” She pointed out, laughing as if she was on drugs when he glared at her. Nowadays his deadly glares seemed a lot like puppy-dog eyes to her. She wasn’t fraught with worry whenever he looked at her and at the moment, he barely even seemed intimidating. “Will you continue searching for the rest of the day? Do you need my help?”
“Help from the perpetrator?” He gave her a flat stare.
“I told you I didn’t hide your shirt. Do you think I have time for such childish things?”
“Is that even a question? Hurry up and hand me my shirt before things get messy.” He uncrossed his arms and outstretched his palm toward her, his fingers gesturing for her to pass it over. “I’m serious.”
Sarah slapped his hand away and crawled further up the bed, her eyes dancing with mischief that she knew would probably lead her in troubles direction later on. But she’d take the risk if it meant playing with Damon just a little. Ever since two days ago, he had been cooped up in his office day and night. He mentioned something about work piling up and needing to sort things out or something like that, but Sarah couldn’t care less. What kind of office work could an Alpha King do anyway? Mark the register?
She didn’t see the point when he already had Jason to do everything. And even if he was going to work all day, then he could’ve slept in their room atleast, but instead, he had stayed up all night doing whatever. And so, stealing his shirt was a last resort… that way she’d get him out of his office without disclosing the fact that she missed his company.
“What will you do… bite my head off?” She countered his nonchalant words with a few daring ones of her own.
Damon dropped his hand. His face remained as straight as always, until a few seconds later when a rare smirk covered his lips. “You think I can’t? I’m a werewolf, Sarah. I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”
“For a moment I did… since you look so much like a pretty kitten.”
Damon’s frown immediately returned to its place and his jaw clenched. “Kitten? I look like a kitten?”
“Pretty much.” She nodded. “I can’t imagine what your wolf form looks like.”
Damon struggled to contain himself upon hearing her belittling words. A kitten? His wolf form could even challenge a full grown elephant yet she saw him as a kitten? The brazenness of the woman in front of him just kept surprising him over and over. How dare she compare him to a kitten?! Or to anything at all?!
“What the hell did she just say we look like? A kitten? Unbelievable!” Liam’s voice suddenly resounded in his head. He had stayed silent listening to their amusing conversation until the word ‘kitten’ popped up. As he was the wolf counterpart, his pride was definitely hurt more than anyone else’s.
Damon ignored his wolf and quickly addressed her disrespect. “I DO NOT look like a stupid kitten.” He grumbled, eyes twitching in annoyance when her laughter started up again. Her mockery made him feel as if he was suffocating one hundred feet underground. He was annoyed, very much so that he wanted to cover her lips with something, anything.
His glaring eyes travelled down to her feet and the brightest ideas crossed his mind. Without wasting any time, he swiftly lunged at her, grabbing both feet in his grasp.
Sarah’s heart plunged her chest up and down at lightening speed. She instinctually wiggled and writhed under his hold, but her attempts were left in vein. His hold was too strong for a measly human to break out of. “W-What are you doing?”
Now it was Damon’s turn to laugh at her. His lips pulled upwards and his teeth came into view as a low rumbling laughter bubbled up his throat. “Jason said you wanted to see my wolf form. I bet you’ll regret saying that if I were to shift now… I’d bite your head off and drink your blood.”
“Your wolf form?” She repeated absentmindedly. Her writhing stopped and her eyes suddenly became attentive as they filled with sparkles. This was certainly not Damon’s intention. He was aiming to get back at her by scaring her a little, but it seemed his words and actions had the opposite effect. She wasn’t the least bit scared. She looked rather excited instead.
Slowly, Damon disappointedly released her feet and allowed her to rise to a sitting position on the bed. “It looks like you didn’t hear me well.” He said, his face reflecting his bad mood.
“I remember telling Jason that I wanted to see ‘his’ wolf form, not yours. But if you insist, I guess I’ll have a look at yours instead.” Sarah couldn’t hold back an excited smile at that point. It was a shame she hadn’t gotten to see Jason’s, but it was quite fortunate that Damon had offered her a view of his own. She couldn’t imagine what he’d look like when he changed. An Alpha who’s the king of all Alpha’s? He must look exceedingly beautiful.
Damon was taken aback. Humans were not this open-minded when werewolves make mention of shifting, so it was a surprise to see her act this way.
“Are you going to shift or not?” Sarah asked, unable to keep herself sitting still. Her excitement would soon bubble over if he kept making her anticipate his impending shift.
“Fine.” Damon took his gaze off her and pinned it to the floor. “And before I do, you should know that I don’t like it when others touch me. Admire from afar if you don’t want to get bitten.”
Without waiting for a response, he took a deep breath then shared control between both him and Liam. His bones were the first to start the change, cracking and rearranging themselves in different positions to accommodate his shift. The clothes on his body began to tear apart and replaced by his hair that started to elongate soon after while visibly getting blacker in colour. He bent over in an odd way that made Sarah cringe and then his nose narrowed into a snout and his body began to resize, enlarging to around three times the size of a full grown human. And before long, a fully shifted wolf stood before her on four legs, mouth half-opened as it breathed noisily.