Revenge on Alpha Damien

Chapter Seven- The Mess 2

The time had finally arrived. I emerged from the bathroom, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Today, I made sure to look extra good. I deserved to feel confident and powerful because today would be the day I finally found my freedom from the weight resting on my shoulders.

I slipped into a stunning blue dress, its mid-length cut and off-the-shoulder design accentuating my figure while maintaining an air of elegance. My choice of simple heels was deliberate; I needed my mobility for what lay ahead. As I admired my reflection, a wave of determination washed over me. This was not just a matter of appearance; it was about embodying the role I needed to play.

As I descended the staircase, my heart raced with excitement and trepidation. At the bottom, I spotted Mary adjusting Josh's tie. He looked dapper in a black suit, while Mary wore a simple yet sophisticated blue dress that matched mine perfectly. I felt a pang of gratitude for her support, but a flicker of anxiety crept in when I noticed Zane, my younger brother, standing nearby in another crisp suit. I hadn't anticipated his presence at the event.

“Mia! Are you coming with us?” Zane called out, his voice bright and cheerful, causing both Mary and Josh to turn their attention toward me.

“You look so beautiful, Mia,” Mary gushed, and I suddenly felt shy. Compliments were a rarity for me, and the warmth of her words caught me off guard. “I thought you didn’t want to come. What made you change your mind?”

I shrugged, adopting a nonchalant demeanor. “Maybe I should have some fun,” I lied effortlessly, masking my true intentions to avoid raising any suspicion.

“But what of Damien?” Mary pressed, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Who is Damien?” Zane interjected, completely unaware of the shadow looming over our family. He had no idea who Damien was, as we had all worked to shield him from the harsh reality. The truth was bitter and brutal; he was too young to bear the weight of knowing that both our parents had been murdered. To Zane, our parents had simply been victims of a tragic accident, a narrative Aunt Mary and I had crafted to protect him from despair.

I offered my brother a sad smile. “He’s just a friend,” I said, conjuring a plausible excuse.

“How come I’ve never heard of this friend? I thought the only friend you had was Betty. How did you even meet this friend of yours?” Zane’s curiosity was palpable, his wide eyes sparkling with interest. Mary, Josh, and I exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between us.

“I met him a while ago. He’s like a mentor to me,” I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. I longed to tell Zane the truth—that Damien was the man who had shattered our lives, who had taken our parents from us and left us in a wreckage of grief and loss. But I couldn’t say that now. Someday, when he was older, I would reveal the truth. I would tell him how I had ensured our parents' murderer would never walk the earth again. I would share the story of how I avenged their deaths.

“If he’s like a mentor, why didn’t you want to see him? Shouldn’t you have been eager?” Zane reasoned, his youthful logic untainted by the darkness I carried. I sucked in my breath, feeling the weight of my deception.

“Damien is pretty hard to impress. He’s an Alpha, so Mia was worried she wouldn’t live up to his expectations,” Josh interjected, coming to my rescue. I mouthed a silent “thank you” to him, grateful for his support.

“An Alpha? That’s pretty cool! I’ve only met two Alphas in my lifetime. Now I get to meet a third? Mia, you have to introduce me to him since you know each other!” Zane exclaimed, his excitement palpable. If he only knew the truth behind the façade, his enthusiasm would surely vanish.

“Of course,” I replied, forcing a bright smile. Mary and Josh exchanged sad glances, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. I had to hold it together; I couldn’t let Zane see my internal struggle. Crying now would only raise questions, and I wanted to shield him from any further pain.

“Come on, Josh, let’s go start the car. You get to sit in the front seat with me today,” Josh said, clearly sensing my turmoil. Aunt Mary was indeed fortunate to have him as her mate; his support was invaluable.

“Cool!” Zane replied, his enthusiasm undiminished as he followed Josh out of the house, leaving just Mary and me behind.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mary asked, her expression a mixture of concern and sadness.

“Yes, I am,” I responded, though I knew deep down that I was not going there for fun. I was going to end someone else’s fun—specifically, Damien’s.

“Mia, you have to consider the consequences. Look at what happened yesterday. You became aggressive with Caleb just by him mentioning something about your parents. And tonight, you’ll see your parents' murderer up close. You’re telling me you will do nothing?” Mary’s voice was laced with worry.

“Yes, I will do nothing,” I said firmly, though my stomach churned with anxiety. “I’m not strong enough yet. If I tried to land a blow on Damien, he would take me down easily, and then I’d lose my life.” My words were meant to solidify my lie, but in my heart, I knew that my strategy was fraught with danger. If tonight turned into a confrontation, I was prepared to fight to the death. If I went down, I would ensure he went down with me.

Mary rubbed my arm gently, her touch reassuring. “Mia, you will get your chance soon. Or perhaps the universe will help you find the justice you deserve. Just wait and see.”

I wanted to tell her that I didn’t need to wait for anything. The universe had already set things in motion; that was why Damien was going to come tonight to the dance. The universe was on my side, urging me toward the retribution I craved so desperately.

As I took a deep breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead. Tonight would change everything, and I was ready.