Ruby
“This is far from over; watch your back, Damian, and your little daughter,” Lilith sneered, walking away.
But before she could get far away, Damian’s anger flared, and he rushed to Lilith with incredible speed, seizing Lilith by the throat, his grip tight and unyielding. Lilith, gasping for breath, managed to utter more threats defiantly.
“You may have won this battle, but I’ll make sure Ruby pays for it. I’ll make her life a living hell, just like I did to Ava. I guess history is about to repeat itself.” She hissed, her eyes blazing with resentment.
Who was Ava?
The air thickened with tension as Damian’s blue eyes blazed with an uncontrollable rage. His fingers tightened around Lilith’s throat, the veins on his forearms pulsating with the intensity of his fury. Lilith’s defiant smirk slowly faded, replaced by a mixture of fear and desperation. Damian was consumed by an overwhelming anger, and I could feel the heat of his fury coursing through him.
The place seemed to shrink as his grip on Lilith tightened, each moment intensifying the pressure around her throat, and I feared he might kill her but didn’t try stopping him.
“Please let me go,” she managed to say, gasping for air and struggling to speak amidst the suffocating hold. Her coughs echoed through the room, a desperate plea for breath as Damian’s rage fueled the strength of his grip.
“Yo-youu ar-are k-killing m-me Da-damian,”
Anger and frustration surged within me as I watched her play the victim, laying blame on Damian for the actions she had initiated by threating his daughter. Damian didn’t seem bothered by killing Lilith as his grip tightened around Lilith’s throat.
“How dare you?” Damian growled. His patience wore thin, and in a moment of rage, he flung Lilith to the ground. The place fell into a tense silence for a moment, and my gaze met Damian’s. I could sense the storm of emotions within him-anger, guilt, and pain.
“Ruby, it’s not what you think.”
With a sad smile, I shook my head, knowing he didn’t have to explain anything to me; it was his life, and he owes me no explanation.
“Damian, I just want to go home. This has gone on for too long.” I muttered sadly, creating tension between us. The weight of the situation had taken its toll on me, and I longed for the comfort of my bed and a loving hug from my dear son.
“Damian, she’s my mate. Let her go.” Liam’s unexpected voice pierced through the silence, adding to the tension, and Damian’s expression shifted from confusion to surprise, then to disbelief.
I shifted my eyes to the ground, finding it more entertaining as the air grew charged with the revelation, and I could feel the eyes of both alphas fixed on me.
The last thing I wanted to do right now was have a confrontation or have to explain myself. I was no body mate. Liam was my past, and I had no future with Damian.
“Wh-what di-did you just sa-say,” Damian stammered, and for the first time, I saw the strong walls he had built crumble and show part of his vulnerability.
“Yes, Ruby is mine, so get your filthy hands off her this instant,” Liam declared with authority, his protective stance contrasting with Damian’s hold on me.
“I will let you go, Ruby, just this once to make you happy.” Damian offered me a small smile and then turned to glare at Liam, whose expression resembled that of a lost puppy as he continued to gaze at me.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling their intense stares at me as I awkwardly skipped my way back home.
Gently, I pushed open the door to the room I shared with my son. My heart swelled with a mix of relief and tenderness, seeing him fine on his own.
How did he manage to get back home just fine?
There, in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, lay my precious child, peacefully asleep. A quiet smile played on my lips as I watched his innocent slumber, despite not knowing the harsh turmoil I had just endured.
I approached the bedside, careful not to disturb his peaceful rest. The warmth of the moment enveloped me, a balm to the wounds inflicted by the drama of saving a little girl, but seeing my son, I didn’t regret my actions anymore.
My hand brushed lightly over his tousled hair, and a surge of maternal love welled up within me. As my fingers gently traced the contours of my son’s hair, a soft rustle accompanied his awakening. His steel grey eyes fluttered open, and the room seemed to brighten with the warmth of his gaze.
He looks so much like Liam. If only we could have our happy family again.
“Mum?” he mumbled, a mixture of surprise and joy evident in his voice. A tender smile graced my lips as I kneeled beside him.
“Hey, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”
His small arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace, and in that moment, the world outside melted away. The sweetness of his laughter echoed in the room, filling the space with a melody of reunion.
“I missed you too, Mom. It felt like you were gone for a long time,” he confessed, his eyes reflecting the innocence of a child who had longed for the comfort of a mother’s presence. With a gentle stroke of his cheek, I assured him.
“I’m here now, and I won’t leave you again. We’ll face whatever comes our way together.” I said it with sincerity in my voice, which matched the determination in my eyes as I looked at my son, wanting to convey the strength of our bond.
I was going to do all I could to make sure I was by my son’s side and never leave him again.
“Promise?” His eyes, seeking affirmation, met mine with hope.
“Promise.” I sealed my commitment with a tender kiss on his forehead, solidifying the unbreakable connection between a mother and her son.