Evelyn
I didn't know what I should do since my last encounter with Damian at breakfast. Neither had I gone outside, nor had he come here.
"I want to go outside, Evelyn," Eva whimpered in my head, desperate to see him.
Why? So we could come across his women? These mere words felt like venom on my tongue. No doubt I was jealous.
"How could you be sure? Damian told us himself they were not his women."
"Oh, Eva, please give me a break. You are an animal, that is why you're not thinking with your brain, but I have to be reasonable. Since my brain cells aren't dead yet. Of course he lied to us."
Before she could take his side, I went to the door, still thinking whether I should go. I hastily opened it and took a step outside, glancing around. No vampires. It was already evening—dangerous, but not as dangerous as night.
"Lady Evelyn."
Fuck. I turned around. This time, another female. She scared me.
"The king is asking for you at dinner," she said.
"He cares for us," Eva didn't leave any moment to praise him.
I nodded and started following her, feeling hungry. We reached the dining hall, where delicious food and my mate's scent mixed together. Then my eyes met his. Damian sat like a king at the head of the table. Well, he was king.
"Little pup, let's have dinner."
I simply nodded, not wanting to argue with him, already tired. I sat and began eating my dinner even though it was evening. He was also having dinner. Wait, what?
"Do you also eat food?" I asked him. He laughed. I didn't want to admit it, but he looked damn handsome when he laughed.
"We are modern vampires. Of course we eat food, but our favorite is still blood, especially human and werewolf blood," he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
"Oh." That was all I could say.
We were quiet after that. I stared at my plate, I could feel his heated gaze on me. Eva was pacing in my head. Damn her. Besides Damian, she was another headache in my life.
"Damian!"
A girl shouted. I followed the direction of the voice, but before I could see who it was, the girl hugged Damian. Pain shot through my heart. Eva growled, wanting to come out and rip her away from him. My eyes filled with tears. How many women did he have? I couldn't see any more of this. I quickly stood up from my chair, ready to run from this sight.
"Little pup, finish your food." He ordered, fuck him.
I didn't turn around. I blinked back my tears. I shouldn't cry. It wasn't as if I was thinking of accepting him as my mate, but still, the mate bond made me sad and miserable to see him with other women.
"So this is true—you took a wolf here," the girl asked him.
Damian was hugging her too and nodded, with soft eyes, like they were only reserved for her, and it killed me. But when I saw the girl properly, she was so beautiful, like a princess. She had black eyes like most of the vampires have, and the same facial features as Damian. Wait—the same features?
I was lost in my deep thoughts when Damian cleared his throat.
"Little pup, meet my sister, Princess Catherine."
"Oh." I only said that.
"Hey, nice to meet you," the girl said with a warm smile on her face. I studied her, searching for any malicious gaze or hidden hatred, but there was none. She had a genuine smile. How could she be the sister of the devil? I smiled back since I didn't have any reason to hate her. Besides, she was his sister. I felt relieved, I didn't want to remember the emotions I felt when I saw them hugging each other.
"I heard that Damian took a wolf here. I wanted to see you",she said cheerfully.
"Why did she want to see us?, we are not Alien" Eva was still bitter.
"Of course I am, Evelyn. How dare she hug my Damian?"
I rolled my eyes. "She's his sister, for God's sake Eva."
"Okay, so I'll take my leave," Catherine said.
I nodded, and soon she was invisible from my sight.
I heard Damian's footsteps coming towards me. He never came to me with his vampire speed, why so?. Soon he stood in front of me.
Oh, goddess, "why is your heart beating with abnormal speed, little wolf?"
"Isn't it obvious? We are enemies," I said with certainty.
"You are not my enemy. You are my little wolf," he said, he said confidently, then his finger touching my cheek.
I shivered as electricity shot through my bones. I removed his finger from my face, already missing his warmth. I felt wetness between my thighs. My eyes unintentionally fell on his lips, and a smirk tugged at his.
His eyes were also staring at my lips. Sexual tension filled the air. I was bound to feel it around him. His face came even closer to mine.
"Little wolf, I can smell your arousal," he said huskily.
My eyes widened. Oh, goddess.
The realization of what he had just said, embarrassment flooded through me, mixing with anger at myself for being so weak in front of him, so transparent. How could I let him affect me like this? How could I stand here, practically melting under his warm touch, when he was everything I was supposed to hate?
"I—" I started, but the words caught in my throat.
He leaned in closer, his hand reaching for my waist. The intensity in his red eyes made my breath hitch. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. He was a vampire. I was a werewolf. We were natural enemies. And yet, the mate bond pulled me, urging me to close the distance between us, to give in to what my body so desperately wanted.
"No," I breathed out, barely audible.
But it was enough. I took a step back, breaking the spell that had held me captive around him. My hands trembled as I put more distance between us.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't let myself fall into this trap, no matter how much Eva howled in protest inside my head.
"Stay away from me," I managed to say, my voice stronger now.
Damian's expression shifted, confusion flickering across his handsome features. "Little wolf—"
"No!" I said louder, taking another step back. "This—whatever this is—it can't happen. I won't let it happen."
Before he could respond, before he could use that hypnotic voice of his to weaken my decision again, I turned and ran. I ran like my life depended on it.
Eva whimpered in protest, wanting desperately to go back to our mate, but I pushed her down and kept running.
I heard him call my name behind me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. If I stopped, if I turned around and saw him standing there, I knew I would jump on him. I would give in to this dangerous attraction that threatened to consume me whole.
Finally, I reached my room and slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it and tried to catch my breath. My heart was racing, my body still tingling from his touch, from the almost-kiss that could nearly happen.
"Why did you run?" Eva demanded angrily in my head. "He's our mate! We should be with him!"
"He's a vampire," I said out loud, my voice breaking. "He's a vampire, Eva. We can't—I can't—"
But even as I said the words, I touched my cheek where his finger had been, I knew I was lying to myself. Because some part of me didn't want to acknowledge that, I had already started to fall for Damian, the vampire king who called me his little wolf."