Chapter 21
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The moment I step out of the room, I can feel everyone’s piercing stares on me, their eyes following my every move as I make my way down the stairs. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest as I swallow nervously, fighting the overwhelming urge to turn around and run back into the room. But that would be even more embarrassing, so I take a deep breath, pushing my fear aside, and force myself to walk through the bustling packhouse, trying to ignore the whispers that surround me.
Being the center of attention in such an unfamiar place is unsettling. It makes me feel insecure and hesitant, especially as the maids whisper and steal glances at me. Their eyes are filled with disdain and emy!
Throughout the week, I’ve mostly stayed confined to Damien’s room, as Martha had instructed me to. As a doctor myself, I knew she was right—I needed rest. But I didn’t feel sick or weak, and my feet had already healed. Staying in Damien’s room is beginning to frustrate me. His scent lingers, enveloping me in a way that is both comforting and unsettling. I’m getting used to it–and that’s exactly why I need it to stop
As I walk, the whispers continue around me, and I suddenly realize I have no idea where I’m going! I don’t even know where the garden is or allowed to step foot in it.
Thesitate mid–step, debating whether I should ask for directions or if the garden is accessible to anyone. But their poorly whispered convenation stops me in my tracks.
Isn’t she the Alpha’s maner The girl from the Moonfang pack?” one of them asks, her tone curious yet sharper than the others,
“Yes” another replies scornfully “She’s the criminal from that forsaken pack. The Alpha from there even came personally to take her back, but Alpha Damien fought him.”
“I heard she was the previous Luna of the pack, but she got jealous and poisoned his new Luna, who happens to be her sister”
“Really? Then how dare she think she deserves to be with Alpha Damien! She probably wants to be the new Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack,” one of them whispers back, loud enough for me to hear. No, they want me to hear.
My gaze narrows, and I keep my head down, clenching my hands into tight fists. Everything inside me screams that I should march up to them and demand they stop–that none of what they’re saying is true. But instead. I stand there, frozen, my chest tight with a storm of anger and helplessness, unsure of whether to confront them or just disappear
“So she really poisoned her sister, what a scheming woman, someone like her isn’t it to be Luna. She should be rejected by the Alpha”
“Why doesn’t Alpha Damien just reject her! I heard they called her the forsaken Luna over there. What makes her think she can just waltz into the Alpha’s room like she owns the place?”
The words hit me like a blow to the stomach, and suddenly, I’m back there. The whispers in my former pack, the harsh glares, the taunts I endured before Lucian pushed me to the wall, causing my miscarriage.
T–can’t breathe, I gasp, my eyes darting around, and I take another step back.
The walls seem to close in around me, and my breath hitches as the sting of those memories hits with full force. Without thinking. I turn around, desperate to run back to the room. I shouldn’t have left in the first place.
The garden? Did I really think this was some kind of paradise?
Before I can take another step, I hiss in pain as I collide with something hard, sending me flying backward with a force that leaves me breathless. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the fall, but it never comes. Instead. I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, keeping me steady.
What the hell? Did I just hit a rock or something! I groan, rubbing my head as I glance up–and the sight before me makes my breath catch in my
throat
Damien
He’s standing there with that infamous smirk, and for some inexplicable reason, my heart skips a beat. I can’t quite place what I’m feeling, but there’s a strange sense of relief washing over me at the sight of him
And then he speaks.
alwink.
“Rushing off somewhere, Sleeping Beauty!” he teases, his smirk widering as he adds a playful
My face falls, and before I can stop myself, I roll my eyes at him at the nickname.
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Chapter 21
“A–Alpha Damient Greetings to the Alpha!” the staff stammer, bowing respectfully. But Damien doesn’t spare them a glance. Ilis piercing eye remain locked on me as he pulls me closer, his arms still wrapped fimily around my waist like he couldn’t care less about the audience.
“Will you please let me go People are watching.” 1 hits through gritted teeth, glaring up at him. My frustration only seems to amuse him further, as he tightens his grip before turning me to face everyone.
Heat rushes to my face, my cheeks burning crimson as I hear the maids‘ surprised gasps. I quickly avert my gaze, mortified. Goddess, no, please don’t let him spank me again in front of everyone. If he does. I swear I’ll just die on the spot.
I feel his warm breath against my neck as he leans in, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. His lips barely graze my skin as he whispers, his voice low and teasing
“You only seem feisty around me, not others. Aren’t you going to confront them
“W–what?” I stammer, confused. I glance up, and my eyes catch the maids, their expressions shifting to discomfort. There’s something in their gazes–fear. Pure, unrelenting fear–as they glance at something or rather someone who is behind me
Instinctively, I start to turn, but Damien’s hand tightens around me, stopping me. Slowly, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my car, his touch lingering just enough to send a spark through me. My eyes flutter shut, and I bite my bottom lip, desperately trying to ignore the way my body reacts to him.
“Or do you want me to handle it for you?” he murmurs, his voice clangerously low, “Confront them, or perhaps kill them for daring to speak that
My eyes snap open, widening in shock, my lips parting in disbelief. The maids must have heard him too, because they instantly drop to their knees, trembling as they plead.
“P–please forgive us. Your Majeuy! Please pardon ust”
Damien scoffs, the sound low and cold, before leaning forward, his lips brushing against my shoulder as he fixes the maids with a chilling stare.
“Why should I?” he draws, his tone calm but laced with menace. I feel every word reverberate through me, freezing me in place. “Disrespecting my guest now that is unforgivable.” He shakes his head slowly, a mocking edge to his scolding
W–why is he defending me? And, more importantly, why is my heart racing like this?
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