Chapter 25
Flara
“What do you think you’re doing with my fiance?” I freeze, my gaze darting past Damien to see a tall woman standing behind him. Dressed neatly in a white suit, her hands are tucked into her pockets, and her short fiery red hair frames her face as she glares directly at me,
Fiance? Did she really just say Damien is her flancer
I hear Damien groan, pulling away from me. I glance at him, expecting to see the same confusion I’m feeling, but instead, he rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration, refusing to meet my eyes.
My heart sinks, tightening painfully in my chest. It’s the same. These two Alphas are no different, and Damien isn’t an exception. He might not be as harsh as Lucian, and I’ve barely known him, but he already has a fiancée and he never bothered to tell me.
I clench my fists at my sides, forcing a small, mocking smile to my lips. Goddess, you’re such a fool, Elara.
Isreal one last glance at him before turning to walk away, but just as take a step, Damien’s hand closes around mine, halting me in my tracks.
“Elara, wait, let me explain,” he says, his voice soft but urgent. The way he says my name, the intensity in his eyes–my heart skips a beat. I want to listen. I want to understand, but 1 know better than to trust too easily.
Just as I’m about to pull away, a voice interrupts us. “Alpha, if you don’t mind me asking, who is she? Is she your mate, the one I have been hearing so much about?”
I freeze at the question, my eyes snapping to the tall woman standing a few feet away. She strides toward us. her gaze locked on the hand Damien still holds firmly around mine.
Damien doesn’t smile this time. His expression hardens as he turns to face her. “Isabella, what are you doing here!” His voice is low and controlled, but I can hear the underlying irritation. “Did I give you permission to enter this place! No one is allowed here.”
No one is allowed? Then why did he bring me here?
Isabella doesn’t flinch. She stands tall, her expression apologetic but with an undertone of something else–something 100 practiced. “My apologies, Alpha. I was looking for you, and when I saw you with her.” She glances at me with a look I can’t quite place before returning her gaze to Damien. “I couldn’t stop myself.”“
Her tone is almost too respectful, too rehearsed. There’s something off about it.
What the hell is happening?!
“That still doesn’t give you the right. I won’t tolerate this mistake again, so he warned,” Damien says, his gaze fixed on Isabella with the authority of someone scolding a subordinate. Bus isn’t the his fiancée? The way he speaks to her doesn’t match that dynamic, though at this point, I don’t care about their relationship. I just want to leave, to get away from Damien.
Before Isabella can respond, I speak up.
“Please, will you let me go?” My voice is cold, my gaze sharp. Damien’s attention shifts to me, his eyes darkening for a moment before he releases my hand
I don’t look at Damien as I turn to face Isabella, who now has her eyes locked on me. She looks down at me with an expression that’s as cold as it is indifferent, but there’s something about her gaze–slurp, piercing–that makes a shiver run down my spine.
“I’m sorry, miss,” I say, bowing my head slightly. “I wasn’t aware that the Alpha already has a fiancée, but now that I know, I’ll reject him.”
The moment the words leave my lips, the world seems to stop. Isabella’s eyes widen in genuine surprise, while Damien’s expression hardens like stone. His jaw clenches, and he takes a slow step toward me, his presence overwhelming. Without thinking, I take a step back, but before I can get any distance, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my wrist with a possessiveness that makes my pulse race
He pulls me closer, his body flush against mine, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that makes my breath hitels. But this isn’t the Damien I’ve come to know–the smug, teasing Alpha. This version of him is darker, more dangerous, and it reminds me too much of Lucian.
“You really want to reject me that badly!” he groads, his voice low and dripping with frustration. His breath brushes against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Why? So you can go back to Lucian?”
My eyes widen in shock as I stare at him, my confusion boiling into anger. Go back to Lucian! The very thought makes my blood run cold. How could be even suggest such a thing!
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“What are you talking about?” I snap, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. “Go back to Lucian! Do you even hear yourself right now!” My hands ball into fists as I glare at him, the anger I’ve buried for so long rising to the surface.
“You’re engaged, Damien!” I shout, pointing at him accusingly. “Doesn’t that mean we’re supposed to reject each other? Or what? Are you planning to throw everything you’ve built with this woman away for someone else? Just like Lucian did to me?”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, each one laced with the bitterness I’ve tried so hard to bury. Damien’s grip on my wrist slackens, and he takes a step back, his expression unreadable.
I can feel the weight of both their gazes on me, pressing down. I take a shaky, long breath, trying to calm myself.
“I won’t reject you.” Damien declares, his tone steady and almost nonchalant. He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at me like he’s daring me to challenge him. I don’t intend to reject my male. You do realize I need you to become stronger–and what happens to me if I reject your
I glance at labella, expecting some kind of reaction–anger, hurt, something. But she just stands there, her expression blank, as if none of this concems her. No flicker of emotion croises her face.
Bastard.
He’s no different from Lucian.. All they care about is power. All they care about is how we, their mates, can make them stronger. Not who we are, not what we feel–just what we can give them
If Damien doesn’t want to reject me, then fine. I’ll reject him. I don’t care what my wolf says. I refuse to be someone’s tool again.
I take a step forward, ready to open my mouth and say the words that will sever this band for good. But before I can, a voice echoes in my head—a voice I haven’t heard in so long, I almost think I’ve imagined it.
“Reject him, and you will die, Ebra.”
1 freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. My wolf. After all this time of silence, she decides to speak now!
What the bella
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