I’ll Finish Him
Damien’s POV
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” she squeaked.
Even in her fear, her voice was like a melody. My body reacted as if it had waited its whole life to hear that sound. I ached to hold her—but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I knew why she couldn’t feel the bond.
“You came for this interview,” I said, keeping my tone neutral, “so you must live among humans… or at least interact with them often. Which is it?”
She hesitated, worried that I was still reading her thoughts. I quickly assured her I wasn’t.
“I live among humans,” she finally admitted.
I sat back, stunned.
She wasn’t just passing through—she lived among them. Why? A Lycan—no, a werewolf—outside a pack? The only reasons would be exile or abandonment. Neither sat well with me.
“Do you understand the risk you’ve put yourself in?” I asked, but my Alpha tone slipped through. Her entire body tensed, flinched, froze.
Damn it.
I sighed. “Oh boy, I hate weak wolves.”
The words were calculated. A jab. A test.
She sniffled—but then, she straightened. Her eyes burned with something fierce.
“Excuse me for appearing weak,” she said, her voice shaking but strong, “but I believe you’d be the same if the tables were turned. I had no choice.”
Her defiance was beautiful.
“I was bullied. Humiliated. Beaten. Rejected by my mate—an Alpha-to-be who thought his power gave him the right to crush me. Then he exiled me. I had nowhere to go. No one.”
Rage consumed me.
“He rejected her? Humiliated her? And cast her out?” Damon seethed. “We’ll finish him, I swear.”
My hands curled into fists. I knew exactly what punishment such crimes warranted in my kingdom—and this Alpha had committed all of them.
But now I needed to know more.
“Why apply for this job?” I asked sharply. “You were willing to endanger yourself just for money?”
“I wouldn’t usually do something like this,” she said, lowering her gaze. “But my mother... she needs surgery. I’m out of options.”
My breath caught. She had thrown herself into the jaws of the unknown—not for greed—but for love.
“I thought I’d never have a child,” she whispered. “Second chance mates are rare. This... this was my only chance to know what it feels like to carry a pup.”
My heart shattered.
She truly believed she’d never love again.
She didn’t know that her second chance was sitting right across from her.
“She’s ours, and she doesn’t even know it,” Damon growled, heartbroken.
I clenched my jaw. “Which pack did you come from?”
She hesitated.
But I’d already pieced it together. I scribbled the name down when she finally said it: Blackwood pack.
As she left, disappointment clung to her like a shadow. She thought it was over.
But for me—it had only begun.
I grabbed my phone. “Ryan, investigate the Blackwood Pack. I want everything you can find on a former maid named Coletta Davids—within an hour.”
Whoever hurt her was about to face the full wrath of the Lycan King.
The people that I worked with were prompt and effective.
With technology, which my kingdom was well advanced in—it was easy for Ryan to get any information we needed in a jiffy.
He walked into my office exactly thirty minutes after I gave him instruction.
He could tell how eager I was to hear what he had for me.
“Your Majesty!” he said, dramatically bowing. A habit I had told him to stop but to no avail no matter how much I threatened him, he just wouldn’t stop.
I nodded as an acknowledgement, rolling my eyes at his exaggeration.
“What did you find?” I shot, not caring for any formalities.
He went into it, exposing stuff that I wouldn’t even imagine about that pack.