OLIVIA
I woke up to the gentle caress of morning sunlight dancing on my eyelids, wheedling me from the embrace of slumber.
The delicate warmth seeps through the curtains, adorning the room in a golden glow. Stretching myself under the blanket, I sat up on the bed.
Time slipped by quickly, and it had already been six months since the incident with Claire and eight months since I moved into Alpha Damon’s tower.
It’s still a surprise to me that Alpha Damon indeed killed Claire with his hands.
Zania told me that her death had something to do with the late Luna, but she blatantly refused to give me any details.
I am not happy that she died, but I am glad she is no longer here. Her being here will only strain my brain.
These past months have been nothing but sweet. Alpha Damon treated me well and always made sure that I lacked nothing as his mistress.
His attitude confuses me, but I love it. Having him taking care of me makes my heart race a marathon and being close to him has become one of my favorite things.
I might sound like a lunatic, but that’s how I feel. I know it’s not right to develop personal feelings for Alpha Damon, but I couldn’t help it.
How am I supposed to stop my wavering heart that keeps betraying me each time I am with him?
I flinched as someone placed their hand on my shoulder. Raising my head, I saw Alpha Damon standing in front of me.
His attire emphasized his every feature, and he emitted a magnetic charisma that appealed to my senses.
His eyes, ablaze with assertiveness, locked into mine, causing my heart to flutter like a startled bird on a run for his life.
A wry smile played on his lips as he pocketed his hands. The clearing of his throat made me look away in an instant.
I have the habit of embarrassing myself each time I am with him. “What have you been thinking about so intently? You didn’t notice me coming into your room” his brows lifted in amusement.
I precipitously stood up from the bed, and I was on my feet in a swift. “Good morning, Alpha,” I greeted, ignoring his question.
Why is he here so early? I thought he would be sleeping by this time.
“Did you just wake up?” he asked, taking in my disheveled state. I bit my lower lip and nodded. “Yes”
“You must have had a good sleep for you to be looking like this,” he expressed. I did not understand what he meant by that, but I didn’t give a response.
I am sure that my appearance resembles that of a female werewolf who has been in a mental asylum for days. Is that the definition of sleeping well for him? Did he not sleep well?
“Get dressed and meet me in the garden in ten minutes. Don’t keep me waiting,” Alpha Damon sprinted out before I could complain about the time.
I hurriedly scrambled to the bathroom to take my bath as soon as I could. About five to six minutes later, I was out.
Knowing that washing my hair would take my time, I omitted it. I can do that later in the evening when I am not in a rush.
I brought out a simple gown, put it on, combed my hair, and shuffled my way out of the room.
With his legs crossed, Alpha Damon sat on the long chair and placed his hand on the sides, his attention focused on something I couldn’t specify.
“You are late by three minutes late, Olivia. I gave you ten minutes, but thirteen minutes already flew by,” he admonished.
I know I was guilty, but how did he expect me to dress up in ten minutes when I had to take my bath, too? Aware of the fact that I couldn’t argue with him, I apologized.
“I am sorry” his eyes flickered to mine for a split second as he patted the space beside him for me to sit.
This is the second time in eight months I got invited here by him. Alpha Damon loves being here, alone, and I can understand why.
The serene atmosphere, the cool breeze from the trees, the beautiful view of the garden and everything make it lovable.
Anyone will think soundly whenever they are here. The unruly sighs from him made me veer around to look at him.
I could hear the erratic sound of his breath that he was trying to conceal from me. “Are you okay?” I posed, attaining a meager groan from him.
“I am fine,” he asserted. During the time I have spent with him, I noticed that Alpha Damon feels some kind of pain most of the time and I have no clue what is wrong with him.
He’d send me away whenever the pain intensified. The last time it happened, he requested that I stay away from his room for two weeks.
I also didn’t get to see the shadow of him in those two weeks. Only Beta Luca had permission to enter his room. Not even the maids nor the cooks could go in.
Alpha Damon prefers to hide the pain than to let me know what is going on with him. I wonder if he has a sickness he doesn’t want anyone to know about.
“Are you mad?” he entreated. I goggled at him in disarray, finding it complicated to understand the context of his question.
“Are you mad at me?” he restated as his gaze fixed on me with intensity. Why would I be mad at him and why is he asking me such a question?
Alpha Damon didn’t do anything to make me get angry with him. I can’t be mad at him even if I want to.
“No, – why?” I quizzed. “For sidestepping you for weeks” my mouth formed an ‘oh’ at his justification.
I was not angry with him; I was guilelessly worried about him. I wanted to know how he was doing and if he had eaten or gotten up from the bed, but Luca wouldn’t even spare me a minute.
“I was scared,” I answered. I was scared that something worse might have happened to him, and those thoughts that filled my mind gave me sleepless nights.
I raised my head at the rhythm of his feeble chuckles.” Why were you scared?” he pressed, moving closer to me until there was no space between us.
His hot breath aerified my face, dominating me with his presence that encircled me as he pulled my face towards him.
A taunting smile spread across his face with an intoxicating radiation, completely wiping off my memory. In that instant, I forgot what we were talking about a minute ago.
All I could see and think of was the irresistible face of Alpha Damon, his cold palm on my cheek, and the immaculate way his eyes looked down on my lips.
Is he not aware of the profound effect his touch has on me? Why is he messing with my head?