Chapter 57

Arla POV

"Damian, why are you searching for Laura now, after rejecting her all those years ago?" I asked, my voice trembling with concern as I gazed at him in disbelief. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a sense of unease as I realized his strange behavior towards finding Laura was not adding up. "Damian, why aren't you answering me?" I pressed, my tone shaking with anxiety, my words splintering into a thousand pieces as I struggled to make sense of his silence.

The silence grew heavier, until I couldn't bear it anymore. I gazed down at the floor, my anger simmering just below the surface. "Damian, she's your past," I said, trying to sound rational, but my heart knew the truth - he was rediscovering his sense of self and confidence. "I don't think it's a good idea to revisit the past, for any reason," I added, my voice barely above a whisper.

But then, he spoke, his words piercing the tension like a dagger. "Laura is my mate, and Luna," he said, his voice firm and resolute. I felt a lump form in my throat, struggling to process his words. "What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely audible, as if I was afraid to hear the truth.

Damian's gaze bore into mine, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of warning. "Laura is my mate, and you're well aware of it," he growled, his fist tightening around the bed frame until his knuckles turned white. "Arla, I warn you, don't dare question my decisions again. I won't be swayed."

"What's gotten into him?" I thought, my heart racing with alarm as Damian's eyes seemed to blaze with an inner fire. I tried to reason with him, my hand grasping his arm, my voice firm but desperate. "Damian, stop this, Laura is your past, let her go." But my words only seemed to enrage him further, his hand shooting out to push me away, my body landing hard on the bed, my eyes fixed on his face in horror as his expression twisted with a fierce, animalistic intensity.

Damian's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze burning with an intense, primal energy. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took a step closer, his voice low and menacing.

"You don't understand, Arla," he growled. "Laura is my mate, my destiny. And I will stop at nothing to claim her."

I tried to scramble away, but Damian's hand shot out, grasping my wrist like a vice. He pulled me up, his eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive light.

"You can't stop me, Arla," he hissed. "No one can. I am the alpha, and I will have my way."

I felt a surge of fear, my heart racing with terror. What was happening to Damian? He was no longer the man I knew, the man I loved. He was something else entirely, something dangerous.

I watched in desperation as Damian's grip on my wrist loosened, his hand slipping away from mine as if repelled by an invisible force. I dropped to my knees, grasping his ankles with a gentle urgency, my tears falling like rain upon his feet.

"Damian, please," I begged, my voice trembling with fear and confusion. "Don't do this to me. I love you." But my words only seemed to amuse him, his laughter sending shards of pain through my heart. "Love me?" he repeated, his tone dripping with scorn. "Laura is my mate, not you. You're just a pale substitute, a weak imitation of the one I truly desire."

Damian's words cut through me like a knife, leaving me feeling shattered and hollow. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Had he never loved me at all? Was I just a placeholder until he regain his self-esteem?

I felt a wave of grief wash over me, followed by a surge of anger. How could he do this to me? How could he be so cruel?

I looked up at him, my eyes blazing with tears and fury. "You're a monster," I spat, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're a heartless, soulless monster."

Damian's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "Perhaps I am," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But at least I'm true to myself. You, on the other hand, are just a deluded little fool."

I threw myself at him, my fists striking his chest with a fierce determination. But he was unyielding, his body solid as a rock. He didn't even twitch, didn't even acknowledge my blows. Then, in a swift, precise movement, he seized my wrist, his grip tightening like a trap, pulling me in until our faces were almost touching. His eyes burned with an intense, animalistic energy, making my heart race with a mix of fear and adrenaline.

"You're so fierce, so full of fire," Damian whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "But you're no match for me, Arla. I'm the alpha, the strongest of them all."

I struggled against his grip, but he held me fast, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "You can't defeat me, Arla," he whispered. "You can only submit."

I felt a surge of rage at his words, but before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. I tried to resist, but his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his tongue tangling with mine in a dance that left me breathless.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, I saw the triumph in his eyes, the knowledge that he had won. And in that moment, I knew I was lost, trapped in a world of passion and danger, with no escape from the Damian's grasp.


"Why are you doing this to me? I know you love me, Damian. You're just too proud to admit it," I said, but he chuckled. "My heart belongs to Laura, and no one else. I'll only be with her."