"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.

Even though my mind went back to the vision I had the other time, I decided to push it at the back of my mind and focus on what's at hand. I'll think about that issue later.

"Go sit with that big guy, he's been looking at you since you got in" She said, pointing to Damon. I smiled at her before walking towards Damon who was at the edge of the table.

?"Hey," I smiled at him and he gave me this straight face. That look was something I wasn't expecting. I thought we've passed that stage but then, I could've mistaken his actions for something else.

As soon as I pulled out a chair and sat on it, Damon held my hand tightly underneath the table. I wanted to let go, I tried removing my hand from his as tears laced my eyes but he held in tightly as if he was apologizing for what he did.

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