"Breathe, Lyla. You've always been mine," 
he grazed her lips with his finger. 

Born a werewolf, cursed as a child, Damon knew he was different even before he was ten. He was never allowed to mingle with kids his age by his father but that didn’t stop him from knowing how to hunt and kill. 

He never had his wolf because of his curse or so he thought and this made him ruthless, brutal and unwilling to become the Alpha that he was supposed to be until a tiny, beautiful princess came into the picture, making him want to protect her at all cost and this could only be possible if he became the Alpha that he hated the most.

Alpha Damon.

His voice sounded as if his throat was about to be ripped off. I clenched the hem of his grey shirt that I was wearing.

"In the kitchen" I lied. Damon raised his eyebrow at me. I prayed he believes me.

"I've been to the kitchen and I didn't meet you there. Put on the fucking light, Lyla" he commanded.

I turned to the light switch and fiddled with it for a while. I knew if I put it on, he would see the dirt on my body.

"Bunny, put on the light" he said gently this time.

I obeyed without wasting much time. As soon as the light came up, I closed my eyes, ready to be killed or slaughtered as a sacrifice to pacify the god called Damon.

"Is there mud in my kitchen now?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I went out" I finally said the truth, waiting for his words.

"What did you see out there?" He asked with determination in his eyes.

Chapter 17