Free Web NovelChapter 44: Moon Goddess’s Wishes II
"You―" Damon’s face was so red it was almost purple. A vein jumped in the side of his throat.
I had seen Damon angry before. More than once, actually. However, this time, he looked downright murderous.
Blaise must’ve felt my unease, for his hand tightened around mine. While I was sure he had the best intentions in mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was trying to get me killed. fгeewebnovёl.com
Damon’s eyes narrowed, fixating on our joined hands. His stare was as though he was hoping and praying just one glare alone would cause both our hands to go up in flames. The ferocity and intensity of his glare had my hands turning clammy as I pursed my lips.
It wasn’t just Damon. Those eyes that had been staring our way no longer tried to remain discrete. Now that their alpha had so outwardly called out Blaise and me for our actions, they looked with no remorse. They whispered amongst themselves, their eyes never once leaving our figures, some even pointing and gesturing at our connected hands.
"You said that I could punish her however I wish," Blaise said. "This is my ’punishment’. Isn’t it a good plan?"
"I fail to see how it is," Damon said through gritted teeth, his anger causing some of the werewolves nearby to bow their heads in fear and submission. The aura he radiated was so forceful that some even fled the room, not wanting to take part in the conflict any further.
"Now that Harper and I are properly mated―"
Damon’s fists were clenched so tightly that it seemed like the veins on the back of his hands were about to burst. Some werewolves at the back had straight up knelt to the ground, unable to keep their heads up.
"―I’ll be able to tap into her emotions. That means that she will never be able to escape again since if she did, I’ll be able to sense the shift in his emotions," Blaise concluded. "See? Perfect plan."
The connection between us did work wonderfully. And it was because of that connection did I not show a single ounce of panic on my face. I could feel that Blaise was lying. He hadn’t marked me with the intention of using it to track down my thoughts and wishes in that sort of way. It was evident by the slight anxiousness I felt from him, subdued only when I gave his hand a light squeeze back.
Damon scoffed, his face darkening. He didn’t buy a single bit of his brother’s explanation. It seemed like he knew his twin brother better than anyone else. It wouldn’t be so easy to fool him.
"Stop fucking around, Blaise!" Damon roared. "You really think that I don’t know what’s going on inside that scheming head of yours?!"
Gone was the smile on Blaise’s lips. It was wiped clean from his face, just like the food on the table when Damon’s hands swiped across in anger. The dishes of food fell to the floor, shattering upon impact as meats and vegetables flew to waste. Damon, however, didn’t even spare them a second glance.
"You’ve found our mate," Blaise said slowly. "It’s not my fault that you don’t intend to uphold the Moon Goddess’s intentions. So while you fuck around with the slaves in the house, Harper will be under my care. I’m simply doing what you failed to, Brother."
All of a sudden, Damon reached forward and grabbed Blaise by the throat. The latter’s hand let go of mine in an instant, coming to grab at his brother’s wrist instead as Damon squeezed. The crowd gasped, and so did I as we watched all of this unfold. No one dared to make another sound for fear that the Alpha’s anger would be retargeted on them instead.
"You’re on thin fucking ice, Blaise," Damon warned. "Don’t forget what you promised."
"I didn’t... b-break it," Blaise said, his voice choked up due to his inability to breathe. I could even feel his suffocation, my own throat seemingly clogging even though Damon’s hands were nowhere near my neck. "You’re the one t-that’s crossing t-the line."
"Let go of him!" I yelled, clawing at my own throat in pain. I glared hotly at Damon, my line of sight clashing with his when he abruptly turned his head over to face me.
His gaze fell upon my hands, which were at the base of my neck, then at the left side of my shoulder where Blaise’s mark was. With a disdainful scoff and a sneer, he forcefully let go, throwing Blaise down to the ground as the latter slammed against the floorboards.
"Blaise!" I immediately rushed forward, throwing myself over Blaise as I checked him over for injuries. "Are you alright?"
"Never better," he said, not forgetting to throw me a cheeky smile. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
My heart clenched painfully, not forgetting to throw Damon a scowl of my own.
"Already so protective of him," Damon commented, muttering mockingly under his breath. "Harper, you have no idea what my brother is capable of."
"Whatever he is, he is still a better man than you," I said, squaring my shoulders and unflinchingly meeting his gaze. "At least he dares to wear his fated mate’s mark, while you treat it like it would be a stain on your record."
"Fated mates don’t mean a thing," Damon said, growling. "You should know that best, considering what happened between your parents. Weren’t they mates too? Yet, look what happened. Your father still found a chosen mate to replace your mother just because she’s a human."
"You investigated me?" I asked, aghast.
"As the alpha of a pack, it is my duty to ensure that no unsafe personnel are introduced to my people," Damon coldly said.
"Then you would’ve found nothing more than that," I said, my tone equally venomous. "Unless you included the fact that my father and step-family hated me and made sure my life was a living hell in Stormclaw." frёeωebɳovel.com
"All the more you should be grateful that I razed that filth to the ground, no?" Damon laughed mirthlessly.
"All the more you should know how much mates that uphold the Goddess’s intentions mean to me," I corrected. "I loathe the day you left your mark on me and dirtied my body. If I could, I would rather rip that bit of flesh out so that I would no longer be connected to you that way!"
