Chapter 3
1380 Words
(Worthless in his eyes)
Damian's POV
“You are slow, Damian. Get a grip!” the coach yelled, the whistle following almost immediately.
I cleared my throat, my brow shooting up as the ball landed squarely on my face, and I staggered backwards. My head wasn't in the game, and it was affecting my teammates horribly.
How was I supposed to concentrate when her feminine voice kept ringing in my head like a cruel alarm clock?
Turned out that breaking her was useless after all. I'd done all within my power to break this goddamn bond, to prove to the Luna goddess that Selene was never meant to be mine. Amber? Preferable.
Selene was out of the context. She was a lowlife who belonged to the gutters. She wasn't fit to rule the pack, and worst of all, she was an Omega—a joke to the werewolf pack. What more could she offer than her vulnerability and good grades?
The son of the most powerful Alpha mated to an Omega sounded terrible. Really terrible. And I'd do anything within my powers to break this bond.
“I’ll be serious next time, coach,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my eyes off the ground and back to the whistle dangling from his thick neck.
“Next time?!” Coach’s voice thundered, his tone sharp.
“That’s what you keep saying, Damian! Do you even realize the quarterfinals are only a few months away? You think we’ll win playing like this?”
I clenched my jaw.
He blew his whistle again, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Train harder. I don’t want excuses. I want results.”
“Fine,” I said, my tone flat, dismissive. “Run the drills without me. I’ll be back.”
The moment I turned, footsteps echoed behind me. Lucas hurried over, his voice lowering cautiously. “Damian… is everything okay? You don’t look like—”
I stopped dead in my tracks, slowly shifting my gaze to him. My glare was sharp enough to make him choke on his own words. He lowered his head immediately, mumbling an apology and stepping back. He knew better than to meddle in my business.
Before I could move another step, the heavy court doors flung open, slamming against the walls with a deafening sound. Every head snapped in that direction.
Selene.
She barged into the court, her eyes red and swollen. There was no hesitation in her steps as she walked straight into the center of the court, her small frame trembling.
“What the hell is she doing here?” someone sneered.
The answer came before I could stop it. A basketball shot across the court, smacking Selene hard in the face. The sound of the impact echoed, and blood trickled immediately from her nose.
She didn’t move.
Another ball came flying, laughter erupting around the court.
“Get your Omega ass out of here!” one of them jeered.
Selene just stood there, wiping the blood with the back of her hand, her chin raised as if the humiliation didn’t touch her.
My wolf growled inside me, furious and restless. The bond was twisting inside my chest, demanding I step in.
“Enough!” My voice boomed before I could think, silencing the room. My teammates froze, their laughter dying on their lips. My eyes locked on her. “Why are you here, Selene?”
She wiped at her blood-stained nostrils, her gaze steady, piercing into my heart.
I want to see you.
“Alone.”
I knew exactly where this conversation was headed, and I wanted no part of it. But something about her refusal to back down made my skin prickle.
“Out. All of you,” I snapped to my teammates. They exchanged confused looks but didn’t dare disobey. One by one, they filed out, leaving only the two of us in the echoing silence of the empty court.
The moment the doors shut, Selene broke. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me, her voice trembling.
“Why? Why did you do all those things to me when you knew the truth?”
I froze. My jaw tightened, masking the conflict raging inside me.
“What truth are you talking about?” I asked coldly, though we both knew the answer.
She stepped closer, fists clenched, her sobs breaking her words.
“Don’t you dare play dumb with me, Damian! You knew… you knew we were mates! All this time—you knew, and still you treated me like dirt. Why? Why do you hate me so much?”
Her words struck deep, dragging at the bond I’d spent years trying to suffocate. My wolf howled inside me, clawing to reach her. But I couldn’t—no, I wouldn’t—allow it.
There was a sickening silence, the atmosphere occasionally punctuated by the loud beating of my heart.
I took a step closer to her, closing the distance between us, my jaw ticking like a time bomb.
“Because the Moon Goddess made a mistake. You? My mate? An Omega who can’t even defend herself?” I scoffed, a cruel smile curving my lips. “I’d rather die unmated than accept you.”
She flinched, her sob catching in her throat, but I pressed on. She wanted answers and I was ready to give her all of it.
“Do you really think being bound to me makes you anything more than what you are? Pathetic. Weak. Worthless.”
The sarcasm in my tone was sharp enough to shatter what was left of her heart. Her knees buckled slightly, but she held her ground, tears blinding her.
I didn’t give her the chance to speak again. I turned on my heel and strode out of the court, leaving her weeping miserably on the polished floor.
The moment I stepped outside, my wolf roared inside my head, furious with me. You fool! You’ll regret this!
But I didn’t care. Everything I did, I did to protect myself—from her, from this cursed bond, from the weakness she brought.
By the time I reached home, my hands itched for release. I stormed into my training room and slammed my fists into the punching bag. Again and again, until my knuckles bled and my arms ached. The aggression poured out of me in violent bursts, but it wasn’t enough to silence the voice of my wolf… or the image of Selene’s broken face.
My fists slammed into the bag one last time, the leather groaning under the blow. Sweat dripped down my temple, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. My wolf still raged, but I kept punishing the bag as if it were the bond itself.
Then, the hinges of the door creaked.
The sound of the door behind me broke the rhythm. I froze, turning sharply. My brow arched as Amber stepped into the room, her golden hair falling over her shoulders, her lips curved in a playful smile.
“Damian,” she purred, leaning casually against the doorframe. “I was worried about you. You left school so suddenly.”
Her eyes flicked over my bruised knuckles, then softened.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered, walking closer with a touch of concern. But it didn’t last. By the time she was standing in front of me, her smile returned.
“You should’ve waited for me before coming home.” She rose on her toes, pressing a soft kiss against my lips, as if that would melt the storm inside me.
For a second, I almost replied—almost gave her some excuse. But the taste of her kiss only reminded me of what I didn’t want. Of the truth I kept shoving down.
Her presence, which was always what turned me on, was now infuriating. Grating on my nerves, and when my lips parted, I said,
“Get the f**k out of my house.”
I needed time to think of whatever drama had happened today. I needed time to process everything, and it wasn’t going to be possible with her hovering in the air like a lost bug.
She took a step backwards, shock etched at the walls of her expression.
“Leave.” I deadpanned.
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