Chapter 17 - Desires And Despair

The red carpet-lined walkway ended at an elevated marble stage with what appeared to be a VIP seating area. Again, I recognized Luke among the wolf men who sat on the couches during the pack meeting I'd eavesdropped on my first night here. The dolls, the sole mortal girls in attendance, were lying on their sides. Seemingly content, they engaged in conversation with each other. Ten were visibly pregnant out of the twelve girls I counted. With one girl wrapped around his arms and another sipping a glass of whiskey, Damon was enjoying a cigar in his mouth. He had on a white button-up shirt that hung loosely around his bulging muscular frame, instead of a suit.

For a brief moment, I waited for him to notice me and acknowledge my presence by the edge of the stage. When the girl on Damon's side huddled closer to him, I couldn't help but feel jealous. With tattoos covering her entire right side of her body and neck, she took the cigar from his lips and took a puff. The exquisite gown featured cutouts revealing her cleavage, legs, and right side of her stomach. Standing by the stairs that led to their booth was a guard, another wolf man.

I cleared my throat since he hadn't yet looked at me.
When I arrived, he finally acknowledged me and asked, "Which pack leader do you belong to?"

"I don't belong to any of the leaders," I mumbled," I belong to the alpha."

Gradually, his eyes got bigger. He looked away to give me space, stammered an apology, and moved aside. With the heavy fur jacket slung over my shoulders, I staggered up the stairs, clinging to the railing for stability. When I reached the stage, it took a moment for Damon to finally realize that I had arrived. It was the girl on his side that noticed me first, her bright green eyes landed on me and she said," who's the human doll is this?

Finally, the whole group and Damon's gaze locked on me. Entire pack leaders, I guessed, and their dolls made up the twenty-five or so people in the VIP area.
As I looked at the only wolf girl in the room, I thought to myself, "Expect for her." She must be the one he fucks when he's not fucking me.

The deep voice of Damon said, "Let her sit; she's mine."

The wolf girl showed me her teeth to me ans slowly stood up. "I'll see you later," she said, bending down to put both of her hands on Damon's lap and facing her perfect ass my way and kissed his lips.

Feeling myself shrink, I swallowed back the lump in my throat. She moved past me and descended the stairs at a leisurely pace to join the other guests. The crowd suddenly fell silent as I took a seat next to Damon, who motioned for me to do so.

"Fucking hell," Luke finally said. "He's the lucky bastard who of course gets the hottest one."
The others roared with drunken laughter, and my cheeks turned pink.

I think I may have been intoxicated for the first time in my life at some point throughout the evening. I started to realize why Damon came home drunk every night; everything seemed to be moving a little bit more slowly.
Having no worries other than where the night might lead you was a beautiful feeling. I felt like i could fly.
I discovered that, from talking to the other dolls, they all appeared happy with their partners and placements, not causing them any harm. I appeared to be the one cursed to the vicious Alpha.

Beautiful blonde Daphine had confessed that since becoming pregnant, her partner Arnold had not sent her to their basement cell.
"When he gets mad at me, he remembers I'm carrying his half breed, he's so much nicer!"

Small-framed and black-haired Tiffany claimed that since she became pregnant, her partner had not touched her in a dangerous way. Upon sensing that someone was watching me, I turned to find Damon sitting with the other men across the booth. With his eyes turning dark, he was examining every part of my body, starting from my heeled feet and moving up through the slit that exposed my nude legs and thighs, to my cleavage and finally my face. Again, I felt myself blushing as he licked his lips in hunger. After sipping my drink quickly, I got to my feet.

"Do you know where the bathroom is?" Daphine was so drunk now that she was having trouble understanding what I was saying when I asked.

"Wha-what?"

"The bathroom."

"That's where," she gestured with her manicured finger to the room's right corner.

Damon moved his feet just in time as I tripped when I walked past the group, feeling heavy. Putting my hands on his knees to catch myself, I fell straight into his lap pocket. As I raised my head, i met his face inches-from-my eyes, anger and despair shook my thoughts. By looking at me like I was meat, Damon gave off the impression that he was amused and that this was his own lust. My whole cleavage had dropped out of my chest, and I hastily packed everything back into my dress. When the witnesses fell silent, I sat up, my face flushed, and made my way to the restroom.

Running through the throngs of people, I made my way into one of the six private restrooms. My eyes had become darker and my lip gloss had disappeared as I looked in the mirror. I realized after a moment that I was hot with lust and needed to freshen up.
A lust for him.
Shameful of my desires for the monster, I was equally turned on as well.

How could I? How could I dare be turned on by someone so gross, repulsive, awful, ugly, and mean?

There was a knock on the door that startled me. "Someone is in here!" Despite my shouts, there was still someone knocking on the door.

After hastily opening the door, I saw Damon standing there.
I stumbled, "I-I'm using this one."

"I don't give a fuck." He pushed me inside and locked the door.