"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.

My eyes slightly opened as I felt a light kiss on my shoulder. Unconsciously, I moaned as it doubled, tripled until I lost count. I turned to face Damon staring at me deeply.

I'd slept off in his arms as soon as I stopped crying in the early hours of the morning. I know he might hate me for deciding on going back home but I have to, it is important.

I needed clarification about what I saw in my dreams last night. I need answers. Why can't I remember those events even when my dreams were so real? It felt familiar.

"Hey," I whispered before kissing his cold nose. He laughed and pulled me more into him.

"Sorry I made you sleep in. I know you have a lot to do and I shouldn't have made you slept late" I apologized and he frowned.

"You did nothing wrong, Lyla, I didn't sleep a wink at all. If I'd wanted to stand up early to do something else, I would've done that. This isn't your fault" he said, kissing my shoulder lightly.

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