Damian
Things weren’t going my way, and Ruby’s refusal to respond or accept my proposal only fueled my frustration.
I needed a mate and Luna-someone who would act like a mother to my daughter for a while until I figured out how to bring her real mother back.
Ruby, with her angelic demeanour, seemed like the perfect choice. Surprisingly, my daughter Anna had taken a liking to her, expressing genuine affection without hiding it. It was a shock to realise that Ruby possessed the bravery and kindness to not only stand up for my daughter but also put herself at risk to save other children who meant nothing to her.
She had the spirit of a true Luna.
My daughter had never approved of any woman I dated in the past, leading to the end of those relationships. However, witnessing her fondness for Ruby, whom she called her angel, brought me joy. I was determined to make Ruby mine, ready to go to great lengths for that chance, especially knowing that the chances of bringing back her mother like I had always promised were slim.
I was going to use her newfound love for Ruby to my advantage to make her forget about her, and the fact that Ruby had unexpectedly turned out to be my second chance mate was a welcomed bonus.
The only competition I faced now was Liam, and I couldn’t comprehend what his problem was or why he was all over her when he had Lilith to warm his bed every night.
Whenever I spotted that jerk near her, I had to restrain and control my wolf, preventing myself from giving him a solid punch in the face like I had done the last time he dared hurt her. The internal struggle to maintain composure and mask the raging emotions became a constant battle.
What was their connection? They couldn’t possibly be mates because I was Ruby’s mate. Even though we hadn’t openly acknowledged it yet, we both could feel the bond slowly forming between us. That’s why I sensed it every time she was in danger, and I rushed to her rescue.
There had never been a possibility of someone having two mates at once, so was he her ex? It couldn’t be. I heard those rumours about how his mate was dead together with his son, which is why he sought to take Lilith in as his new Luna. There’s no way Ruby would be his dead mate or have anything to do with that asshole; she was mine, and I refuse to believe she has any connections with him.
Speaking of dead mates, ever since I lost my beautiful Ava in a strange accident, which I don’t like to talk about, I felt so pissed and angry about life that I almost committed suicide at her dead bed, hoping to join her in the moon heaven, but an unexpected miracle happened. When the doctor told me that my daughter had survived against all odds, I was shocked, and it made me want to keep living for her, and now the only angel who gave me life is hurt.
My beautiful daughter, Anna.
Now back to the little troublemaker who dared to harm my daughter with his frustrated hands. I would make sure to give him a face full of regret if he had caused her any harm. Right now, I saw nothing but red.
“Where are they?” I demanded, sprinting across the hallway, not bothering to look back at my warrior following behind me.
“At the playing field,” John said, trying to match my pace.
As we reached the playing field, my anger radiated like a blazing fire. The joyful atmosphere of the playing field turned tense and silent as the children stopped their activities, their vibrant sounds ceased, and they turned to stare at me in fear. As it should be.
They hastily retreated backward, sensing my fury, and scattered away like frightened rabbits, sensing a predator.
I ignored their hasty retreat, my sole focus on my daughter, Anna, who was sitting alone on a bench, tears streaking her cheeks. My heart stung as I rushed towards her, kneeling down, my anger momentarily replaced by concern.
“Anna, sweetheart, what happened?” I asked, my voice gentler now. She looked up, her eyes red from crying.
“He hurt me, Daddy.”
My gaze shifted to the children who were now hiding away from my wrath, and I could feel the rage building up again.
“Who dares hurt my baby girl?” I yelled to no one in particular, and the air quivered with the intensity of my shouts.
The echoes of my anger reverberated, creating an aura of dread that hung over the once-lively space.
I turned back to my daughter, scooping her into my arms and whispering words of reassurance. I reassured her with soothing words, anger giving way to concern as a father’s protective instincts took over. The world may have been against me, but at that moment, all that mattered was comforting and protecting my precious daughter.
Cradling Anna gently, I carefully inspected her for injuries, relieved to find only a few bruises on her knees and no broken bones. Despite the physical relief, my heart clenched at the sight of tears streaming down her face, and the distress in her eyes fueled my anger.
“Who did this to you, Anna?” I demanded, my voice softer but still tinged with fury. My daughter hiccupped as she tried to compose herself.
“Who did this?” I bellowed, turning to look at the other children, my voice cutting through the air, and the children, now huddled together, pointed nervously towards a little boy with an eye patch. The accused boy shrank back, his eyes wide with fear, as the weight of my wrath descended upon the playground.
“Is this the one who hurt you, Anna?” I asked, my tone filled with a mix of anger and concern. Anna nodded tearfully and pointed timidly at the boy with the eye patch, and my gaze shifted to him with a scowl.
How dare he?