Hint of Darkness and Light

Damon’s Pov

“You sure she’s not a rogue?” Damien asked while sipping from his champagne flute. This motherfucker is enjoying the day while I work my ass off. Wow Nightfall pack this is your future Beta.

“She’s a witch.” That’s all I can say for now. I saw her horns; they’re distinctive. But it vanished the moment she lost consciousness.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Did her horn appear?” Lorenzo asked while staring at her. That’s a dumb question, of course she did, idiot. How would I know?

She seems fragile that everyone can break her any moment.

My wolf continues to break through my body that I need to take full control of. Something is off with this woman. Her scent makes my wolf restless since yesterday.

She could be my mate. But she isn’t. I don’t understand. It’s a fucking itch in my skin.

I noticed that every fucking man I’ve bring with me now is staring at her as if they’re stripping her. Idiots, they could be swayed by this woman with her whole total package body and add her robust personality. Adorable.

I can’t blame her though.

Talk about a man’s wet dream.

Her body . . . fucking centerfold-worthy. Her hair was a weakness of mine: black, silky, and long enough. The thought had flitted through my mind unwillingly.

It was her sarcasm that irritated me. But when I choked her. Jesus. Her red face and panics can be an entertainment. I am not inform til this very day that I’m somewhat a masochistic. That’s insane, I’m never been like this. I should fix my shits before I became deranged.

It was the soft, innocent expression of hers, though, that seemed to burn through my skin and straight to my dick.

“Yeah,” My lazy voice put him off. It’s a warning Lorenzo.

Fucking stop talking.

I brushed my hair, irritated and frustrated for a reason. They chained her thinking that she might bring harm to our people.

Douchebags.

She’s wearing a stupid dress that cuts above her knees. That must be from Rox or a spare dress for the guests. If I didn’t fix her posture. She can flaunt her gems at these dogs.

She’ll be hysterical when she wakes up but that’s not the case. She seems to be calm and composed all the time.

Which are naturally strong in their own accord that muttering a curse would send us to our grave.

But if she’s a real witch how could she not aid herself when she was shot and in grave danger.

Before I could fully change into my wolf form to sleep I saw her flinch.

I should send them back so I can handle this woman by myself, “You can go back to the pack.”

“What? You’ll handle this by yourself? Are you crazy? She might kill you Damon!” Luke said. This fucking pussy won’t shut his mouth. He will wake her up.

“GO!” I commanded. They all changed into their wolf form and ran as fast as they could.

My wolf sensed danger and my body hurriedly morphed.

“Where am I?” She asked, helping herself to stand up but the chains in her arms only allowed her body to short back and fall.

I growled at her stupidity. She will kill herself if she continues to resist. That chain was made for witches. If the chain senses resistance from the witch it will only send bolts of magic to stop them. And they said it hurts as fuck. But the interesting thing is she’s still at bay and she doesn’t mind the chains, so maybe she’s not receiving the magic.

“Fuck you all fluffy. You guys are a nutcase.” I know she meant to curse that out loud but from her pain and tiredness only her soft voice and whimper was all I heard.

I growled when my wolf tried to sniff her. She resisted at first but gave up.

Oh sweet kitten you smell so good to the point that I want to devour her.

The fuck is wrong with me. This isn’t my mate. Why am I acting this way?

I leaped to the tree that I left my spare clothes to change into my human form.

The chains started to rattle, “Help, help please someone abducted me!” Verena shouted as if she’s in the brink of dying.

When I finished changing, I saw her feeling so helpless and angry.

Now that is a major mood swing.

I walked towards her.

“No one can hear you, we are in the middle of the forest, away from the pack and most importantly away from civilization.” I whispered in her ears. I can feel she had goosebumps but before I can react.

She kicked me in my stomach and proceeded to knee my crotch.

Oh no, now she is mad.

“Shit woman that hurts.”

“That’s for choking me, alpha dog. Now you know I can fight, let me go.”

Now after associating myself with this feisty woman despite that guards can kill her and throw her body in a lake I chose to handle her myself and this is WHAT I GET.

“Oh baby, before you can run off from me you need to serve me full course months to repay what my people have done to you.”

“You wish mutt.”

“I like your scent.”

“Pervert,”

I smiled coyly at her only for her to roll her eyes.

“I was once kind to you woman, now answer me. Are. You. A. Witch?”

“I’m a human you moron.”

“Before you collapsed I saw you, your horns appeared.”

“You’re a freaking nutcase Demon Damon. I want to go home then talk to all of you!”

Demon Damon? I like her adorable pet name.

“Oh sweetie, you haven’t even got to see the demon in me yet.”

“Just bring me home please, I beg you.” Her eyes glistened with tears. Not so fast, as long I won’t know who you are. You won’t leave me.

“Yesterday you were so obedient, so kind and so graceful. Now where are those characteristics eh?” I trailed off looking at her like she’s some sort of a show on TV.

“I guess we are alike dickhead. Last time you were so kind and now your real identity is revealed.”

“What identity my dear.”

“Nutcase who needs therapy, that’s what.”

I was so amazed how feisty this girl is. She reminds me of Nathalie, my younger sister, who was by the time of her 10th birthday got shot by a hunter.

I hate humans till death said otherwise.

I hated their rotten morals and distinctive idiocy.

This girl just saved herself from torture.

Does everyone know I’m a bad guy?

No, because like everyone else I would love to disguise myself as perfect.

“You’re going to kill me right?” She asked, like death is just a normal stage of life to her.

Unbelievable, this girl.

“Like I said, woman you’re going to serve me and in order to serve the future alpha of the pack you need to be alive and kicking.”

“Suit yourself.” Eyes closed, her breathing in sync with her rising chest.

“You’re going to be my sex slave.” I casually said, testing if she has this fear, emotions or outburst. I smirked when she looked at me with her wide eyes.

She let out a rigid breath, “I don’t have any experiences so me being a sex slave should suck same as your whole life.” She smiled, returning the smirk.

“We will make arrangements with that kitten.” I said finally taking courage to inject the syringe on her arm. I did that as fast as I could before she could kick me in the crotch again.

I will know every detail about you kitten. If that means that I’ll find you as my soon to be mate.

Because I have this bad, bad feeling you’re hiding the link of our bond. And I will tear it apart.

Just like how I will destroy you into pieces to fix you again. So that I can be your hero and you’ll obey every time I beg on my knees.

Am I obsessed with that idea?

Definitely yes.