The brute turned around, his eyes glowing light gold. He growled angrily as his gaze landed on me. I unconsciously took a step back, the hairs on my body standing on their ends, his huge figure towering above me, his claws elongated. Right then, I knew that this might be my end.
But then he suddenly stopped midway. He tried to move, but something was holding him back. When I looked down, I saw the girl desperately wrapping her arms around the man's leg.
"Run," she yelled at me.
I was so touched by her devotion, I never expected her to already be this loyal, but I wondered if I should really run away, leaving her behind, or should I fight.
Before I could decide what to do, the man kicked the girl, sending her flying, before slamming against the walls of the warehouse.
The man turned, his glowing golden eyes brooding over me. Shivers ran down my spine, making me take a few steps back to put some space between us.
Every step that he took made me realize that I was done for.
"Stay away from me… I'm warning you." My voice cracked with fear, having a very angry werewolf walking towards me in the middle of the night did the trick for me to tremble, doubting my decision.
A growl reverberated from his chest. Knowing that this might be the end for me, I turned around to run for my life. However, a hand gripped my shoulder, stopping me from moving.
I turned to face him, my mind racing to find a leverage I could use against him. Suddenly, he raised his hand, about to strike me.
"I belong to Damon!" My voice came out sharper than intended. My ragged breath filled the air, his hand hung midair as if contemplating whether I was telling the truth or not.
He clenched his jaw, his eyes shooting daggers at me. His grip on my shoulder did not loosen for a second, but I felt a slight relief knowing that he wouldn't act rashly.
However, his hand immediately connected to my face, which made me see stars. My eyes blurred for a second, my ears ringing in my head, my surroundings slightly distorting, the metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue.
"Liar," he growled. He raised his hand again, I immediately closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. It seems like I have a great affinity for getting hit now.
But no matter how long I waited, the blow never came. When I opened my eyes, I saw his hand hanging midair. His blow was blocked by someone. When I turned to the person, my eyes watered from relief.
"Da… Master." My lips stretched into a silent cry.
Damon's brooding gaze swept over me, before stopping on my left cheek, which was struck earlier, blood streaming down the corner of my lips.
A dangerous glint flashed through his eyes. He turned to the man, who seemed to be horrified by his presence, his face ashen.
"A… Alpha." His voice trembled.
Damon's eyes flicked to the Omega who was lying on the ground, before flicking back to my face, then moving to his hand on my shoulder. His cold face turned even colder.
The man noticed Damon's intense gaze on his hand. He quickly retracted it. "Alpha, these Omegas tried to steal from the warehouse, but I caught them as they were about to escape."
My eyes widened, seeing how he was lying blatantly through his teeth. Damon remained quiet, the silence stretched through the air, the tension was so thick that a knife could slice through it.
"Master, he is.." I immediately shut my mouth when I saw him glaring hard at me.
I was surprised and disgusted when I saw Damon stretching out his hand to shake the man's hand. "You have done a great job." Damon said, with an amused glint in his eyes.
The man immediately shook hands with him, delighted that he was able to lie his way out. But the next moment, a ripping sound like the snapping of a tree's branch echoed through the air, blood gushing out like a borehole.
Silence followed before a blood-chilling cry echoed through the cool night air. The man wailed as he stared at his arms jerking on the ground, the metallic smell of blood coated the air.
Blood drained from my face as I watched the inhuman act. How could he just rip off someone's arm?
But Damon turned to me, his face expressionless, like he hadn't just done that. "Is that the hand that he used to hit you?" He asked, his voice calm and collected.
My head shook to say no, my heart already pounding in my chest. I just realized Damon was really someone I didn't want to mess with.
Damon turned, walking leisurely to the man who was writhing in pain, wailing as he knelt on the ground. Before the blink of an eye, his other arm was sent flying into the air. The man cried sorrowfully again.
My heart felt pain for him. He surely deserved to be punished for what he had done, and it could be done lawfully. Why did it have to be like this?
My stomach churned, bile rising up my throat, I quickly ran away from the scene, before emptying the remaining contents in my stomach. The scene was too gruesome to watch, cold beads of sweat forming on my face.
I fell to my knees. I wanted to get away as far as possible from this scene, my chest heaved heavily, the scene replaying in my head.
"Ember," Damon's voice echoed in my ears. My body immediately stiffened, my trembling fingers curled tightly around my dress.
"Y… yes master."
"Come here." He called, his presence as suffocating as ever.
I got to my feet, walking toward him. I wiped away the remaining traces of vomit and blood with the edge of my sleeve.
When I got to where he was standing with one of his hands tucked in his pocket, he raised his other hand. Immediately, I closed my eyes, my body tightened, waiting for his blow.
Surprisingly, I felt a pat on my head, his touch was warm and gentle, he began to caress my hair. My eyes immediately snapped open. "This is what they get when they touch something that belongs to me." He uttered with a satisfied smile.