"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 moment her lips met with mine, my anger dissolved into thin air. I held her waist and pulled her closer to my body as I searched her mouth with my tongue.

Having her so close made me realize just how much I've missed her. For days, I'd longed for her presence and I can't help but hold her close now that she's here.

"I missed you, D" She grinned after we separated. I pulled her closer and kissed her hair. Her expression changed and I wondered what I'd done wrong.

Ignoring her look, I asked, "Who brought you here?"

"Nobody" She simply replied, staring hard at the floor.

"Devante is right behind you. So I know this good for nothing boy, brought you here and so help me God if I don't skin him alive when we get back to the pack"

"She wanted to see you badly and who was I to ignore the wants of my Luna. Tell him Lyla" he pushed Lyla a little bit more into me.

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