"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.

One after the other, about twenty-four Alphas all walked into the room, a huge file at hand, ready to proceed with stoning me to death for crimes that I see as nothing.

Responsibility was the major reason why I found myself here today and if not for my new loyalty to the pack, I would've ignored their summons as usual but now I have to think of my pack before making any rational decision.

"I'm surprised you all are this much. I thought they were supposed to be just seven" I said, directing my view of the situation to Tunde who was grinning as he looked over at the elders.

He was sitting in front of the little crowd that had gathered to witness my shame while I stood in a box, one that signified, a criminal ready to be judged.

"Can I ask for a lawyer?" I asked when they ignored my first words.

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