The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 70: Clarity

Morning came like a splash of cold water doused on warm skin. The sunlight that streamed in through the windows was piercingly bright, not at all shielded by the sheer curtains. I blinked and groaned as the light hit my eyes. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

God. Was it morning already? How could time fly by so quickly? I felt like I had barely slept a wink, after the exertions of the previous night. Damon was a beast with insane stamina, and halfway through the night, I thought I would simply pass out and let him continue fucking my sleeping body through the mattress.

I turned around to go back to sleep, but to my surprise, my arms hit solid muscle instead of the soft pillow. There was an echoing groan beside me. I sat up quickly only to see Damon, the mighty alpha of Fangborne, covering his eyes with his arm.

"You’re still here," I said dumbly. I couldn’t believe my eyes― I had all but expected him to leave me to my own devices the same way he did after our first mating night.

"Where else would I be?" Damon grunted, sounding none too pleased at my surprise. Or maybe he was simply not a morning person. I didn’t know enough about him to tell, and we couldn’t sense each other’s emotions either.

"You weren’t here before," I pointed out. "Don’t blame a woman for drawing inferences based on your past behavior."

Damon scoffed, raising an eyebrow at me challengingly. "Well, circumstances change, little rabbit. Or were you so out of it that you didn’t realize this? Do I need to give you a repeat performance?"

There was a smirk hanging on his face as he leered at me. I finally realized I was in the nude, and grabbed the blankets to cover myself, inadvertently revealing miles of tanned skin and solid muscle, along with a trail of dark hair that went―

"No!" I squawked out, pulling my eyes away before I could see further. I was determined to keep my eyes to myself, even as Damon stretched himself out, purposely offering me a feast for the eyes. My new necklace seemed to be growing warmer. The tingle between my legs grew stronger, but I told myself to ignore it.

The deal was only for a night. I could not betray Blaise any more than I already had.

At the thought of Blaise, my arousal for Damon withered, especially without my heat being triggered. I couldn’t help but compare the two brothers.

Unlike his brother in the past, Blaise stayed with me every time we made love and we kissed all throughout the morning. We shared easy laughter and joyful hugs every time we woke up next to each other. Blaise was everything I wanted in a mate.

Damon wasn’t Blaise. My heart needed to remember who my original mate was, the man who chose me when Damon refused to. Picking Damon now was tantamount to spitting on his face.

Was Blaise alright?

The last thing I felt from him was a wave of misery and betrayal, and he must have felt my lust and longing for Damon. I wanted nothing more than to send comfort through the bond, to let him know that I had not forgotten him in the least, but Damon’s reinforced mating mark made that impossible.

True enough, it was just as what Damon said. I could no longer hear his thoughts. It felt like there was a hollow in my soul.

I was a scumbag. There was no denying it. If Blaise wanted to reject me, he would have every right to do so. It was one thing to spend a night with Damon, but why did my body decide to do it so willingly, to hunger for his approval as though it was the only thing I needed in the world?

The Moon Goddess was cruel.

The heat that had devoured me whole the night before had all but receded, leaving me with no distraction from my thoughts. My fingers automatically went to my left shoulder, where Blaise’s mark lay. Damon had purposely left that side alone, but I knew it wasn’t out of some mistaken respect for his brother’s boundaries.

He must have simply not wanted me to think about Blaise, knowing that if he got anywhere near that mark, I would toss him aside, heat or not.

Damon’s eyes darkened, and he gripped my hand tightly, easily tugging it away from Blaise’s mark despite my best efforts to continue touching. I winced. I felt myself becoming physically stronger than before, but so was Damon.

"Don’t touch it," he growled out menacingly, raising my hackles. Whatever goodwill I had towards him evaporated quickly like the morning dew and the atmosphere in the room grew tense.

"You have no right to tell me what to do with my mark," I retorted, twisting my hand to wrench myself free of his hold. "You’ve already cut off my link to Blaise, so why does it matter if I touch it?" freēwebnovel.com

"It matters!" Damon bellowed out, "How can you still think of him!"

"Don’t think too highly of yourself," I retorted snidely, standing up and grabbing my clothes from the floor. "We only spent one night together, and that will be the only night we have."

I could not undo the mistake of the previous night, but I certainly could make sure I prevented more of such nights from happening.

Damon scoffed. Despite his attempts to seem calm and unbothered, I could see his skin slowly turning red from his neck, as though he was a volcano erupting from within. "Keep deluding yourself, little rabbit. You’ll be begging for me to touch you soon enough."

"Fat hope," I said as I put on my clothes. I needed a shower and a new change of clothes, but I would only do it in my own room, the room I shared with Blaise. I would never take my clothes off in front of Damon ever again.

"I’ll be seeing you," I said when I was done, a hand on his doorknob, ready to step out of his room.

"Wait," Damon said, his body looming over mine possessively as he pushed his door shut.

"What do you want now?" I demanded.