"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.

The arena was occupied with more people than I imagined. I thought this was going to be something private. I never expected the news to have spread so fast to almost everyone that lived in the pack.

As I was standing in the middle of the arena waiting, I turned to look around me and saw the faces of the people, both young and old wolves, ready to watch a disgraceful fight of a father and his son.

It was a fight for my father to prove one more time that he was in control of who I am but this time, I won't sit back to watch him do what he wants because if I did, I'll be losing Lyla and I can't afford for that to happen.

A neighboring pack's Beta was standing at the corner, watching me and pulling at his beards at the same time. I stared at him with curiosity wondering why the Beta would decide to turn up for something like this.

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