Damon's Fiancee
1009 Words
Athena's POV:
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in front of Liam, the music club president. He stared at me dumbfounded, "What? You're Damon's fiancée?"
I nodded with a small smile.
Liam stared at me like I'd claimed to be the queen of all wolves, then let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're joking, right."
I shrugged nonchalantly, masking my emotions, "Why would I joke about that? It's a… family arrangement, so Damon is a little upset. Do you mind taking me to the club? I want to surprise him."
Liam still looked doubtful but sighed, "Well, if Damon gets angry, it's all on you."
"It will be alright," I chuckled with a confident smile. However, I felt anything but dreadful at the thought of facing Damon again so soon.
After leaving Glimstone Café, I had been so utterly exhausted that I went straight into my room and did not leave. It was frustrating to pretend so much for someone I could hardly stand―Damon Toler, the arrogant bastard who always insulted me.
I had bottled my emotions, grown to his contempt and those of others. However, the sting never faded, and last night, I cried myself to sleep as every horrid memory of the past returned to my mind.
'No, it will be alright,' I told myself, taking a deep breath, 'If all goes well, this will be the last time I'll have to bear Damon.'
He already hated me enough, and one last push should be enough to have him change his father's mind.
"Here we are," Liam muttered as we reached the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
As I entered the large music room, my eyes immediately landed on Damon.
He sat casually, focused on tuning his guitar, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. He was undeniably attractive, the kind of guy girls would flock to without a second thought. I could already picture the swarm of admirers that constantly hovered around him like flies to honey.
But then, as if sensing my presence, Damon lifted his head. Our eyes met, and the calm expression he wore moments before twisted into something darker, more hostile.
"Who let you in here?" Damon's voice cut through the room, sharp enough to make everyone else freeze.
The relaxed atmosphere turned tense as he stood up, his imposing figure closing in on me like a predator zeroing in on its prey. My heart raced as I instinctively took a step back, stumbling slightly.
"I'm the one who called her," a familiar voice said calmly. I turned and saw Zion stepping forward with a slight frown.
Damon's eyes flicked to Zion, irritation clear.
Liam immediately interjected, sensing the increasing tension as he nervously looked at Damon, "Hey, isn't she your fiancée?"
Damon's reaction was immediate—his face contorted in disbelief and anger.
I forced a smile, but inside, my stomach churned as I realized my own actions were coming back to haunt me.
"My fiancée?" Damon growled, his voice thick with disgust. "Are you out of your mind, Liam? You know my type."
Each word hit me like a dagger, piercing through the thin veil of confidence I had managed to build. It stung, just like every other time he'd mocked me. But I forced a chuckle, ignoring the hurt bubbling inside me.
'No. This is for the best; the more he hates me, the closer I'll get to my goal.'
Blinking my eyes innocently, I frowned a little, "Why are you saying that, Damon? Your father had already promised. Are you saying the Alpha of the White Silver Pack is not a man of his word?"
Damon's expression hardened as he stared at me with a deathly glare.
I could feel the tension ripple through the room as the club members exchanged glances, unsure what to make of my audacious remark against the most fearsome pack. Zion caught my gaze and looked at me with subtle worry.
'You should not be here.' His message was clear.
"I… um, I didn't mean that," I let out a small nervous laugh, taking a step back to leave.
But before I could move away, Damon strode towards me in the blink of an eye. His hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly and yanking me toward him.
I gasped, caught off guard as he pulled me so close that I had to balance on my toes, even though I was wearing wedges. His face was mere inches from mine, his fury palpable.
"Get your hands off me," I whispered, almost letting my contempt seep through.
"Brother, I'll talk to Athena. Just calm down," Zion urged, his voice laced with concern.
"Stay out of this!" Damon barked, shooting a deadly glare at Zion before dragging me out of the music room without another word. His grip on my arm was tight and painful, and I winced, pleading with him to let go.
But he didn't listen. His grip was firm, almost bruising, as he dragged me like a storm, pulling me along with no care for the damage he was causing. My heels struggled to keep pace with his long strides.
We reached the stairs, and before I could react, Damon leaned in, his voice dangerously low as he hissed, "Come near me again, and I swear, your life will become a living hell."
My heart hammered, and for a second, I was caught in the intensity of his gaze. Then, just as quickly as he had pulled me toward him, he abruptly released me.
The suddenness of it caused me to lose my balance, and I felt myself falling down the stairs, panic surging through me.
"Ahh!" I screamed, bracing myself for impact.
But before I hit the stone stairs, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, catching me just in time. My eyes, which I had squeezed shut in fear, fluttered open, and I found myself staring into a pair of piercing blue eyes.
"Sebastian," I whispered breathlessly, still shaken from the near fall.
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