The Alpha Supreme

Chapter Three

Damian’s POV

“Unbelievable.” I muttered under my breath.

Who the hell was that girl anyway? I questioned myself over and over again.

One moment she was chased down by a bunch of men who seemed like they wanted to hurt her… and next, I was running after them to save her.

But instead of thanking me, she’d kicked me right between my legs, before disappearing into the night. Like a ghost. A very cruel but gorgeous ghost.

I clenched my jaws tightly as I carefully took a step forward. “Goddammit!” I groaned.

The entire area around my groin and below was still sore from the kick, which was sharp, brutal, and absolutely unforgettable.

Very much like the girl who delivered it.

I was angry. Furious even. Or… Was I really?

This mystery girl had hurt, humiliated, and left me kneeling in a dark alley, like an i***t.

Yet, that undeniable force. That pull I felt when she’d…

I couldn’t even begin to understand it, but the moment she ran past me, something inside of me shifted.

I felt a powerful connection between us, and it pulled me towards her like some invisible rope suddenly tugging at me.

Then when I finally saw her face... under moonlight, she was easily the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

I wasn’t the type to believe in fate or destiny, for I didn’t think life worked that way. But beneath all that, she’d left behind a burning feeling in me... which failed to make much sense.

I tried to shake the image of her from my head, but it was stuck there like some horrifying image.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself downstairs, almost tiptoeing through the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

Ice… that’s what I needed.

Something to dull the ache… both physically and mentally.

The kitchen was quiet as expected, except for the soft humming of the refrigerator.

I quickly opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of ice, then pressed it eagerly against my testicles.

The cold sent a jolt through me, but it was better than the throbbing pain.

As I stood there trying to piece together everything, “Damian?” a voice called out, and I turned sharply, nearly dropping the ice bag.

Rosie, my adopted sister stood there in the doorway, her blonde hair a mess around her face.

She wore an oversized hoodie that swallowed her small frame, and her eyes sparkled with shock at the sight of me there.

“Whoa,” she said, raising her hands. “Didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing?”

I cleared my throat, holding the ice bag up in front of my face like a shield. “I was Uh… I just needed s-some… ice,” I stammered.

Rosie tilted her head, squinting at me. “Ice? For what?” she asked.

“Nothing.” I blurted, but far too quickly for her to believe it.

Her eyes narrowed and a soft smile spread across her face. “Nothing, huh?” she questioned.

“It’s nothing, really,” I replied, trying to snatch the bag back, but Rosie held it out of reach.

“Damian, you look like you’ve just committed a crime and are trying to hide the evidence.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It’s just an accident, okay?”

But Rosie being Rosie still didn’t buy it. She stepped closer.

“Wait…” Her eyes sparkled as she grinned at the thought in her head. “Did someone hit you… there?” she asked, her eyes dropping down to my waist.

But I ignored her.

“Oh my God, Damian! You poor thing. Was it one of the guys at the bar?”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t anyone you know.”

That at least was true.

She studied me for a moment, her curiosity now replaced by a look of genuine concern.

“Okay,” she finally said, “but if you need to talk about it, you know...”

I nodded, genuinely grateful for her concern. “Thanks.”

Of course I couldn’t talk about it. Not to anyone, and certainly not to Rosie.

What was I even supposed to say?

That some strange girl kicked me in the nuts after I saved her from some thugs, and now I can’t stop thinking about her?

Yeah, no.

•••

By noon when I was dressed and headed to work, my mind still buzzed with thoughts of the strange girl from last night.

The wild part of me wanted to be furious. But the more human part of me wished that I'd meet her again. Soon enough, I hoped.

I walked into the bar groggy, my thoughts briefly flashing back to the chat I had with Alpha Magnus this morning. I thought it was really weird.

“Be involved more in pack duties, Damian.” He’d said to me.

Yeah, sure.

I figured working at Nick’s place counted as ‘pack duties’ too, since half the pack came through here anyway.

The day went by fast between wiping down tables and serving drinks. Then night came and that’s when the girl finally showed up.

Not on the street or in any alley. Not even in a way that made any sense to me.

It was just a few minutes past eight. I was taking out the trash when I heard a rustling noise near the dumpsters.

My senses flared immediately, and I turned the corner ready to snap at some drunk who’d probably wandered too far.

But instead, I found her. The same girl from last night. And she was climbing out of a window.

I blinked. “Are you f*****g kidding me? It’s you again.”

She froze halfway through the window, shooting those fiery eyes at me. “Do you mind?” she responded rudely, just as expected.

I crossed my arms, fighting back a grin. “I do, actually. Why the hell are you breaking out of…” Realization suddenly hit me mid-sentence. “Wait. That’s Mr. Edward’s store.”

Her brow moved slightly above her eyes. “So?”

“You’re…” I started to say then paused.

Ignoring me, she pulled herself the rest of the way out and dusted off her pants like this was totally normal to her.

“You’re stealing from him!” I almost yelled, and immediately I could see the frown on her face deepen.

“And it’s none of your business!” She shot back.

I stared at her, my mind racing with unsettling thoughts.

She was a bloody thief after all. That explained the hot pursuit last night.

I couldn’t hold myself from laughing out loud. Life had a twisted sense of humor it seemed.

Her sharp brows then curved. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” I admitted. “After all that attitude last night, you’re just some petty thief, huh? Classic.”

The girl stepped forward, crossing her arms. “Keep laughing, i***t, and I’ll hit you again.”

I grinned, stepping even closer. “You mean hit my pride next? Because my balls are still very much recovering, thanks.”

She smirked. “Good. Maybe next time you’ll learn to mind your own business.”

Oh, I loved and hated the way her fire ignited mine at the same time.

That fire in her eyes suddenly sparked something reckless in me…

Without thinking, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hard against me. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

But before she could react, and before I could second-guess myself… I leaned in and our lips met.

The moment my lips touched hers, I felt that strange pull roar back to life, making my head spin.

But I couldn’t pull myself away from her. And neither could she, I think. The kiss wasn’t soft, but rough and devouring.

It was payback for what she did to me.

Her hands soon pressed gently against my chest… probably to shove me away… but then her fingers curled into my shirt.

I deepened the kiss and she gasped softly into my mouth. That moment I realized she felt the pull too.

I tried to find her tongue with mine deep inside her mouth, but finally, she chose that moment to pull back.

“That’s for last night,” I said to her before she could descend on me.

She froze and her eyes burned with fury. “Oh, you’re so dead, you Bastard!” she yelled.

Bastard. Exactly what I was.

Letting out a soft, but mocking laugh, I quickly stepped away from her. “Looking forward to it, love.” I then said to her before disappearing into the backroom of the bar.