~Damien~
“Enough!” I barked at the pack doctor.
His shoulders sagged and he moved away from me. I fluttered my eyes at the bright light. I must have blanked out, Dugan groans when I tried to sit and I fell back on the bed again.
I was already healing and wasn’t feeling much of the pain.
“How long have I been here?” I scowled at the pack doctor.
“You’ve only spent a night, King Damien.” He answered with his head lowered and his body trembled in fright.
“Take this out.” I pointed at the needles he pierced in my hand. He shrink back and his hands were shaky.
I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, I pulled them out and tossed them at his feet.
“Where is...just get out!” I waved at him dismissively.
He bowed and didn’t hesitate to make his way out of the room.
I wanted to call him back that he forgot his box but I did not know what he was called but I know he had worked here for a long time as the pack doctor.
I’m not supposed to know everyone’s name am I?
“King Damien, are you awake?” Lucas mind-link me when the door shut.
“I am.” I drawled.
“That’s a relief.” I could tell he was grinning with the tone of his voice.
“What happened...”
The door of my bedroom suddenly flung open, and then it hits me.
Her scent.
The addictive scent I’ve become obsessed with ever since she brought in the pack house, I have been riding the euphoria of her scent.
Fuck, I had just admitted it.
she ran in with her disheveled figure. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face looked so pale and exhausted. Her clothes are wrinkled and her hair is messy.
“Damien.” She called and her voice croaked before I could say anything, her hands wrapped around me and her head lay on my chest.
“Why did you do that?” She sobs quietly. “...I was so worried. I thought something bad had happened.”
My protective nature won’t let her get hurt and of course, Dugan was overly obsessed with her.
“Leave, let no one enters until I say so.” I gave orders to Lucas through the mind link.
I pulls her slightly away from me and I sat up and held her face in my large hands, taking some strands off.
“Don’t ever do that again.” She warned sternly. I chuckled slightly watching her with amusement swirling in my eyes.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, I can’t bare to see you hurt Damien. It’s as if I’m being shattered to a thousand pieces.” She started to cry.
“You must have been so scared.” I sighed sadly as she cried.
“You closed your eyes in my arms, Damien, how did you expect me to feel?” She sniffed and stared at me.
“I don’t want you to get hurt and it was my men that tried to hurt you. It was all my fault that it happened. You don’t have to worry anymore, we would protect you.” He kissed her forehead and cupped her face in my hands.
“We?”
“Dugan my wolf and me. You have seen him, haven’t you? The scary side of him.” I stroke her hair gently loving the feel in my hands.
“Don’t cry.”
I wiped her tears with my thumb and slowly claimed her lips with mine.
She froze in my hold and slowly closed her eyes. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me, and her body curved into mine, I sneaked a hand into her shirt and draws circles on her bare skin with my fingers as I kissed her at a slow agonizing pace.
She moans into my mouth and my cock twitched in my pants.
I kissed her in fierce dominance causing me to groan out a low whimper at how soft her lips were against mine, my tongue slide into her mouth as I grabbed her and made her sit on my lap.
Her hands went into my hair, her moans were making me go hard and I could feel the bulge in my pants.
“I can smell how much you want me, Viola. I can sense your arousal.” I growled in between the kiss. She smiled shyly against my mouth and my fingers tailed around her waist.
“You’re so beautiful.” My hands were on her face and I was staring at her intently. Everything about her was, I didn’t expect I would ever get a second chance mate, and even if I did imagine it.
It was never someone so young.
Viola was probably eighteen or nineteen and was mated to an old man, the King of all Lycans.
“So are you, King Damien.” Her Voice was husky and it was fucking turning me on further than I was and I want her so much.
I kissed her lower lip and gave it a little bit, she moans slowly and her eyes is filled with so much desire.
“Mark her, Damien and make her yours,” Dugan growled possessively.
“Let them know she belongs to us.” Dugan grunts.
I smiled and stared at her eyes withdrawing my lips from hers.
“Are you 42?” She cockers her head at me with a quizzical expression.
“Yes. I am 42.” I kissed the bridge of her nose and she squirmed in my hold.
“Oh, my mate is an old man.” She teased with a crazy grin.
I smirked and flipped her on the bed that I was atop of her, I smacked her ass for saying that to me and having her close that I was straddling her.
“What? You don’t like an older man?”
I smell the lust between her legs that’s all I need to know that she wants me. My huge bulge is pressing against her.
“Make me.”
My cock is strained and pressing tightly in my pants fighting to break free and buried himself deep inside her.
Her violet eyes are watching me move seductively.
Fuck it.
I couldn’t hold back, I fiercely embraced her lips with mine.
“Damien...oh..hmm.” She moans and her lips are a bit swollen and slightly parted watching me as I unbutton my shirt.
Was this fate?
Do I deserve this chance that I got?
I had stopped believing in fate but the girl in my arms I do not want to let her out of my sight ever again.
I think I can love her.