The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 29: Hell Hath No Fury

"Oh, you have eyes, I hadn’t noticed," I retorted, my hands clenched tightly enough that my fingernails were digging crescents into the skin of my palms.

"Well, you were plenty distracted by Damon’s other attributes," Blaise smiled winningly. "It’s a common mistake to make, I assure you." Beside him, Damon’s eyes flashed with displeasure at my sarcastic reply.

I sucked in a deep breath, closing my eyes as I mentally counted to ten so that I didn’t do something as futile as leaping over the table to wring Damon’s thick neck with my bare hands.

Oh, I was alive and well alright, no thanks to our mate bond. Everyone else who wasn’t as fortunate as me ended up on the sharp end of his claws, six feet underground― assuming Damon and his men even bothered to bury them. They might have just left their bodies lying around the packhouse for the wendigos to devour afterward, saving themselves the trouble of body disposal.

"You know what I meant," I said through gritted teeth. "I am Stormclaw’s only survivor when we once had at least a hundred members before. How can you claim that you needed them alive?"

Damon was a remorseless liar.

"If you did, you would never have killed Lydia." My voice cracked at the end when I remembered my best friend. I would never see her again or hear the sound of her voice. Would she be supportive, knowing how much I longed for a mate?

Or would she be angered if she found out how I was carrying on with her murderer, acting like everything was fine and dandy?

No.

If I were her, I knew I would be the latter. Once again I cursed myself for forgetting Damon’s true nature and letting down Lydia’s memory.

Lydia would have wanted better for me. She always did, even when I didn’t believe I deserved better. Without Lydia, I might have simply slit my throat on Aubrey’s bed to spite her.

She wouldn’t want me to be chained with such a cruel bastard, who couldn’t even be faithful to me!

"She was no match for you at all. You could have taken her prisoner, like you did me," I choked out, tears welling in my eyes as I glared daggers at Damon. "Why did you have to kill her? You monster!"

"What good reason do I have to let her live?" Damon asked, his lips twisted in grim amusement in the face of my despair. "She is another mouth to feed, and if she’s alive and well, you’ll always think of escaping. You would never be mine. If you were me, for what reason would you let such a liability hang around your newest mate?"

Suddenly, the lives of Fangborne’s werewolves didn’t seem to matter as much to me as before. I regretted opening my stupid mouth and giving them suggestions to help them hunt down the culprit responsible.

Why was I even participating in this discussion? I should be happy that Fangborne was suffering― in fact, I should hope for an entire colony of vampires to kill them all!

I stood up to leave. Good riddance to all of them, especially the man I was saddled with for a mate. Hopefully, he would die, and I would get someone better.

"Hold it right there," Damon growled out. "Where are you going?"

"Out," I snarled back in response, angrily scrubbing at my eyes. I would rather stare into the sun and blind myself than let these people see me cry.

"It’s not safe," Damon seethed. "Or did you miss our entire discussion about a possible vampire attack? Have you lost your hearing after we fucked?" He smiled nastily, and I snarled back.

So what? Now he cared for my safety? The safety of a member of Stormclaw?

"I’ll point them your way so you can handle it then," I said. "Say hello to Lydia for me."

Elijah gasped. Kaine’s face was a placid wall, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes darted to Damon, waiting for his reaction. freewebnøvel.coɱ

If he was displeased before, he was practically incensed now.

"Watch your words. Wag that tongue in front of me again and you’ll lose it," Damon warned. I could sense steam coming out from his ears.

"Go on then. Don’t pretend you care about me," I said bitterly. In for a penny, in for a pound. "You may have marked me but you’re not my mate. My mark isn’t on you. Whether I live or die, it doesn’t matter to you― you can just invade another pack and take more prisoners. Who knows? You might just find another mate!"

And she might actually have a wolf.

"So what? You are mine anyway," Damon sneered haughtily. "Even if I mate a new woman every day from now on, that doesn’t change the fact that I am your mate― your fated mate, as per the Moon Goddess’s will. Your body will never know pleasure without me."

A wicked smile crossed his face as he looked over me. On the other hand, Elijah’s eyes widened so much that they looked like they were about to pop. Even Kaine’s previously stoic expression held a hint of surprise to hear Damon’s revelation of our relationship. They must’ve thought I was just a newly chosen mate, just like the other women.

Damon ignored their stunned expressions and continued, "Even if you leave, no other man would want used goods. Don’t think so highly of yourself."

"You despicable monster―" I was so enraged by Damon’s words that I couldn’t even finish my train of thought. Anger made me lose my filter. "I am not yours! And I will never be yours!"

Elijah gave me a warning look; wordlessly begging me to shut my mouth. To his dismay, I had too much hatred in me to listen. My tongue was dipped in poison, and I did not hesitate to spray it at him.

"No wonder you had to invade the other packs just to find women to warm your bed. Otherwise, you would never be able to find someone that’ll actually love you! Bet even your mother didn’t want you!"

Damon suddenly lunged in front of me, his fingers wrapping around my throat. Good. The pain reminded me of my origins, and the bruises he left behind would be a stark reminder of our tumultuous relationship.

We would never be lovers.

"Say that again? I dare you," Damon whispered darkly. His eyes clouded over with menace. Never before had I ever seen such fury in his eyes― not directed to me, at least. Gone was the flirty, playful gaze he often held.

"Touched... a nerve... eh? I said... no one will ever love you!" I gasped out as his fingers tightened around my neck, causing my airways to constrict. It was getting harder to breathe, let alone choke out words.

However, I was determined. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I wasn’t afraid of death. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Not even your mother."

Instead of wasting energy trying to remove his hand from me, I decided to use my last bit of courage to flip him off.

Let it not be said that I, Harper Gray, was a coward. If I were to die by Damon’s hands, I aimed to make him so mad that he would hopefully have a stroke and follow me soon after.