20|Give me back control
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No way the powerful wolf before her just licked her cheek and wagged his tail.
Dorothy couldn't tear her eyes away from the wolf before her, her head tilted in confusion. Of all the scenarios she had imagined, this was nowhere close—it was far beyond anything she'd expected.
“I—” She started, her voice breaking the heavy silence, hoping to dispel the awkward tension. But before she could say more, the wolf cut her off.
Her heart sank as she heard his deep voice through the mindlink.
“Mate. You’re here, you’re really here,” the wolf said, his voice brimming with excitement as he jumped up, a wide smile stretching across his face. But instead of calming Dorothy, the sight only made her more uneasy. That smile wasn’t comforting—it was the kind of smile killers wore right before striking their targets.
Her eyes widened so much she feared they might pop out of their sockets.
Ace? Oh, my goddess. It was Ace. Of all people, it had to be him. The one person she had prayed never to encounter again. And now, here she was, about to face the consequences of her disobedience. Damnit.
“A-Alpha Ace, it's not what it looks like!” she stammered, her voice trembling as she stared fearfully at him. The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to smack herself. Not what it looks like? That was the dumbest thing she could have said because, to anyone, it would look exactly like what it was: sneaking out.
“Dorothy, that isn't—” Alya began, but Dorothy barely registered her friend's voice. Her pounding heartbeat drowned out everything else, her panic taking full control.
“I... I’m sorry for disobeying you, Alpha,” she blurted out, opting for a pleading tone. “I was just so hungry and couldn’t take it anymore, so I went out to hunt for food. Please forgive me.” She hoped her apology would soften the cold, fearsome Alpha, but what came next left her stunned.
"Of course, you're starving," the wolf's deep voice rumbled through the mindlink, irritation in his voice. "Who does he think he is, treating you like some misbehaving child? Our mate deserves better."
Her breath caught. Our mate? Did she hear him correctly?
“You’re not Ace?,” she blurted out, her confusion evident. This couldn’t be Ace. The Ace she knew always looked like he was moments away from snapping her neck. But the wolf before her was... different.
“Of course not,” the wolf said, puffing out his chest proudly and raising his chin. “I’m Damien, Ace’s wolf and the strongest wolf in the world.”
Dorothy’s mouth fell open in a perfect "O" as she tried to process his words. Damien. She had heard of him before. Ace’s reputation as the Alpha King wasn’t just because of his ruthless leadership but also because of his wolf, Damien.
He was the only crystal wolf in existence, and crystal wolves were extraordinarily rare. Rumor had it that anyone bonded to a crystal wolf was a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself.
Dorothy blinked at the grinning wolf before quickly lowering her gaze in fear. She never imagined Ace’s infamous crystal wolf could be so… bubbling. But what she didn’t realize was that Damien’s unusual cheerfulness was because of her. Had it been anyone else sneaking into his territory, the consequences would have been unimaginably dire.
“Do you want to go for a run?” Damien asked, snapping Dorothy out of her thoughts. “Since you’re hungry, we can hunt too. It’ll be fun.”
Dorothy hesitated, unsure how to respond. Refusing the wolf didn’t seem like an option, so she gave a timid nod. Her answer pleased Damien, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Meanwhile, Ace was seething with fury. He had only gone for a run because Damien insisted, reluctantly letting his wolf take control. Ace had planned to let Damien finish quickly so he could retreat to his room and shut out the world. What he hadn’t anticipated was encountering this troublemaker—after explicitly ordering her not to leave her room.
“Stop resisting and give me back control,” Ace hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare.
Damien scoffed but didn’t answer.
“Damien,” Ace growled, his voice low and threatening. “I won’t ask nicely again. Give me back control before I lose it.”
Damien snorted, unbothered. “Why? So you can go back to bullying our mate again?”
Ace’s jaw clenched, his anger flaring. “When have I ever bullied—” He stopped mid-sentence, “Whatever. Just give me the damn control back!”
“No,” Damien said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I want to spend time with my mate, and I’ll do it whether you like it or not. Goodnight, Ace.”
Without another word, Damien pushed Ace back with force, shutting him out completely as he took control.
Taking a step back from Dorothy, Damien’s expression softened, while Dorothy hesitantly rose to her feet, unsure of what to expect. The stark contrast between the black and white wolves was striking when they stood together.
“Let’s go on a run and get you something to eat,” Damien said, his tone light yet insistent.
Dorothy took a deep breath, her instincts screaming at her to decline. She wanted to say she wasn’t hungry anymore, to make an excuse and retreat to the safety of her room. But instead, she nodded obediently, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Ah, I’ve really messed up this time, she thought, frustration bubbling within her. Without hesitation, she pinned the blame on Alya. This is all her fault! Yet she has forgotten it was her idea in the first place
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