Damian’s POV
How the tables turned !
Jealousy seemed to be a constant companion in our relationship, and god forbid, I tried to smother the heir to the alpha title of the Black Mystic Pack, wicked butcher of innocents and shameless man-w***e, Daxter Black, or rather ‘please call me Dax, princess,’ in his sleep.
“Don’t forget our deal, Your Majesty. You promised your heir’s hand to Alpha Dax. Whoever wins the title in the duel this weekend, shall be married to our prince.” The elder Beta of the Black Mystic Pack reminded the King, not bothering that I was still in the kitchen scrubbing the floor.
Stepping on my fingers, Dax took a seat at the island table and kicked me in the stomach.
“Where are your manners, omega ? Don’t you know that you have to leave the room when the royals arriv
