Chapter 53

Damian POV

I overheard an unsettling chat between Arla and some female pack workers in her room. "My lady, Laura, was turned down for the second time by her new pack. "I believe she's cursed," one of them stated. I stood at the doorpost, my shadow melting into the surroundings.

I tightened my fist and firmly punched the door open. "Hey, get out!" I hissed, my tone hard and demanding. The gathering appeared uncomfortably inappropriate, and I demoralized them with a single glance. The room grew silent as I stood there, my gaze fixated on the group. Arla took a step forward, a tinge of defiance in her voice.

"What's the problem, Damian? "Can't you knock and wait for a response?" My eyes contracted and blazed with ferocious intensity.

Arla pushed forward, her voice tinged with defiance. "Damian, what is your problem? Can't you knock and wait for a response? My eyes narrowed, blazing with a ferocious intensity.

My eyes narrowed, blazing with fierce intensity. "Have you been spying on Laura? And how long?" I demanded, my voice firm and commanding. I glared at her, my gaze piercing through any potential deceit.

She shifted uncomfortably, her voice laced with defensiveness. "I'm not spying on Laura," she replied, her eyes darting away from mine. "And where did you get that information from, Damian?" she asked, trying to turn the tables on me.

"See, Damian, Laura isn't my type of girl, so it would be pathetic if I were spying on her," she said with a chuckle, her hands grasping my arms and pulling me towards the bed. Her hips swayed gently against mine, her body rubbing against my clothed erection.

As she pulled me closer, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a seductive intensity. I felt my heart race and my body respond to her touch, despite my mind's resistance.

"Let's focus on us, Damian," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Not Laura, not the pack, just us."

I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat as her hands explored my body. My eyes closed, and I let myself get lost in the sensation, forgetting about the danger and uncertainty that lurked outside this room.

But as our bodies entwined, a faint whisper echoed in my mind, a warning from my subconscious: "Don't trust her, Damian. She's hiding something."

And with that, the spell was broken. I pushed her away, my eyes snapping open to gaze into hers, searching for answers.

My anger simmered, my instincts screaming warnings. "Are you spying on Laura?" I demanded, my eyes locked on hers. She glared back, her eyes flashing with defensiveness.

"What's wrong with you, Damian? I have nothing to do with Laura," she spat, her voice venomous. "The maids were just gossiping while arranging my hair," she snarled, her fist pounding the mattress with a growl, her body tense with agitation.

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Just gossiping, huh? That's not what it looked like to me." She scoffed, her eyes rolling. "You're so paranoid, Damian. You see conspiracies everywhere."

My frustration boiled over, and I blurted out, "Yes, because you're not transparent with me, Arla! Everything you do or say is shrouded in secrecy, and it's driving me mad!" My eyes were wide, my jaw clenched, and my gaze pierced into hers, demanding answers.

"Why must you hide the truth from me?" I demanded, my voice low and even. "Fix your deceit, Arla, and then we can talk about us." I turned towards the wardrobe, my hands leaning on it for support as I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, leaving me momentarily stunned and disoriented.

Arla's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Wow, let's talk about secrecy, Damian. No, let's talk about secrets. I don't..." Her voice trailed off as the door burst open, interrupting her.

"Ask your sister to leave my room, Damian," Arla muttered, her hands on her hips, her gaze fixed on the door. Before I could even respond, the door slammed shut, the heavy noise echoing through the room, leaving us in an uncomfortable silence.

Arla's eyes flashed with annoyance. "I just don't like your sister, just like I hate you." She threw the pillow at me, her body slumping into the mattress with a heavy sigh, her frustration evident. I giggled, feeling a playful mood wash over me, and threw the pillow back at her. "My sister doesn't even like you either, so that's your problem," I teased, my eyes sparkling with amusement.

Arla's face twisted in distaste. "Your sister is a snob, just like you."

I laughed, the tension between us dissipating slightly. "Hey, she may be a bit entitled, but she's not all bad." "Really? Then why is she always nosing around in my business?"

I shrugged. "Probably because she's bored and needs something to do."

Arla's expression turned scornful. "She needs to stay out of my way. I'm not afraid of her or her little threats." Her voice rose, laced with disdain. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Arla,for even thinking of making a match with my little sister. She's far too good for you. Though I admire her dignity and respect, unlike you, who seems to be lacking in both.”

Her face grew hot with anger, but I kept my cool. "And what makes you think your sister would be interested in making friends with me, anyway?" She asked, my voice even.

I tried to change the subject, my voice casual. "I don't know, what's the name of Laura's pack?" I asked suddenly, turning my gaze sideways to avoid a mutual gaze with her. Arla's eyes narrowed, her hands resting on my thighs. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice low and husky, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.

Arla's eyes flashed with anger. "What are you trying to do? Bring her back to this pack? Are you serious?" she asked, her questions coming in rapid succession, her voice rising in disbelief. But I remained silent, my expression unreadable, refusing to engage with her accusations.

"I will confirm that she has been rejected again and the name of the alpha who rejected her."