Revenge on Alpha Damien

Chapter Eleven- Evergreen Pack

Mary helped me pack my bags. I was going to leave immediately; the earlier I began this new journey of my life, the quicker I would be able to finish it.

I kissed my brother on his temple and hugged him before getting into Damien's car. He had sent someone from the pack house to bring his car over to our house. My brother waved excitedly as we drove away, but I felt like crying. I might not make it back to him, and it would break his heart if he heard about my demise. But this is the reality of life; I have to do this—there is no other way.

The car ride to Evergreen Pack was quiet and long. I spent the entire time staring out of the window, not bothering to utter a single word to him, and it was gracious of him to show me the same courtesy. I was trying my best to hold back the urge to stay close to Damien and not drive the dagger through his chest. Maybe, if he had uttered a word, I might not have been able to hold myself back.

Come to think of it, it would have been a good idea to stab him right now, but I stupidly packed the dagger and wolfsbane in my luggage, which was sitting comfortably in the trunk of the car. I was wearing fitted jeans and thought it would be impossible to hide the dagger in my trousers. I should have opted for a looser fit, but my mind had been too overwhelmed to think of anything.

I could feel Damien's eyes on me occasionally, but I pretended not to notice. He would occasionally sigh as well; he was acting really strange, and I did not like it. It made me wish I could peek into his mind. I had been patiently waiting for him to flare up and assert some kind of dominance over me, but he hadn't done anything. Where was the ruthless Alpha we all knew across packs? There was no way he had magically changed his ways and become a saint. That was not my concern, really.

He might have sought some kind of redemption, but my own redemption would come when he dies. He can continue his good nature in the afterlife; becoming a saint will not wash away his past transgressions.

When I finally saw us driving through several duplexes and bungalows, my body perked up immediately. We were already here. We were finally in Evergreen Pack. We drove through the houses until we stopped in front of a large house. It was definitely the pack house; it resembled the one in my pack and also the one in Aunty Mary's pack, but this one was much bigger. Evergreen Pack was a wealthy pack, and I could see it.

A group of people dressed in beautiful attire came out of the pack house, and the next thing I heard was drumming. I got out of the car, looking around completely confused. What was going on?

Then the drumming stopped, and a middle-aged woman came forward. She was dressed in a flowing gown. "Alpha, we welcome you back," she greeted with a smile. Damien bowed slightly in front of her, and she placed a kiss on his temple. I blinked. What in the hell was going on in this pack?

"Thank you, Mother," he said. This was his mother. It was then I noticed some similarities between them. Damien had definitely taken after her, but did she know she had created a monster? She had raised a child who spent his time destroying other people's lives.

"Oh, is this her? We were beyond excited when we heard the news; your search has finally come to an end," she said happily to Damien. He nodded, and she smiled at him before turning to face me, giving me a bright smile. "You are so beautiful. We have waited for you for a long while. I thought my son was mateless; I knew the moon goddess had good things in store for my son," she said.

"Thank you, Ma," I responded, but internally I thought, you are wrong—the moon goddess only has bad intentions for your son. But had they considered the possibility that her son might have been mateless because of the evil deeds and atrocities he had committed against others?

I spared a glance at Damien before looking back at his mother. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ma," I said with a smile plastered on my face, though it definitely did not come from my heart. Of course, she was not in my mind, so she gave me a warm smile—a smile only a mother could give. Damien had a mother he appeared to cherish, yet he had snatched mine from me. I wanted to scream; this was crazy. How did this mother raise such an evil child when she looked like a good person? It was true what they said: looks can indeed be deceiving.

If I were not affected by what Damien had done, I would have complimented how good-looking he was. He was stunning; his looks could sweep any woman off her feet. If I hadn’t known what he had done, I would literally be falling at his feet right this second, gladly accepting our fated bond. Damien had a beautiful face, but his ugly soul made him completely unattractive to me.

"You do not have to be so formal; you can simply call me Celine. We are the ones who are glad to meet you. I was overjoyed when Damien called to inform me he had found his mate. You should have seen my expression; it was as though I could fly," she replied happily. Damien had his eyes on me, staring deep into my soul. I pretended not to notice, but why was he? Could he have finally remembered my face?

"Alpha, I would like to speak to you for a second," one of the pack males said, which caused Damien to remove his attention from me. He walked a small distance away to talk with the pack male.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened; maybe I was overreacting and thinking too much. Damien really had no idea who I truly was.

It was strange, though. Damien looked to be approaching thirty, but I felt he was younger. That would mean he was in his early twenties when he killed my parents. Why would someone so young think of evil? Why would someone so young be so obsessed with power that he wanted to claim my father's pack as his own? Yet this same Alpha had gone untouched after such atrocities. He was so young at that time, so why was he so feared? When did he even become Alpha in the first place, seeking things that were meant to be far beyond his reach? I had never thought about this before; I had only focused on Damien's sins and how I was going to destroy him. I had never considered how he got there in the first place. How did he become so power-hungry? How did he become so evil? A part of me wanted to know his story, but another part of me did not care. That part viciously insisted that no matter the circumstances that drove him to evil, I would not sympathize with the enemy. Damien made his own choice, and now I had made mine. I would accomplish my goal, no matter what, just as he accomplished his.

"We will get to know you better with time. I assure you, you will not have anything to complain about as you become a part of our family and our pack," she said, snapping me out of my train of thought. I mustered the effort to present a smile that appeared completely sincere. "This pack is very special; in no time, you will feel like you have lived here all your life. That I can promise you," she added.

"Of course," I lied through my teeth, knowing that this pack would never be my home—and I wanted it that way.