Chapter 18: He’s the one – Part 2/3
He released a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry about that. My sister should have never touched you.” Damon said, regret in his tone.
I pursed my lips. “She was upset,” I told him, defending Samantha’s actions because even though I was pissed at her, I understood why she had done it; I knew what had made her so upset, her father.
Damon reared back and stared into my eyes with furrowed brows. “That’s no excuse; she had no right to strike you.” He ran a thumb across my cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked, concern in his tone.
I nodded my head. “Yes, can we just go back to bed, please?” The truth was, I just didn’t want to be in this room anymore. I didn’t want to be here anymore.
He stared at me for a moment as if trying to see through to my soul. Damon nodded his head slowly and then guided me out of the kitchen. We got back into bed, and Damon pulled me to him, my back flush to his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and some of the anxiety I was feeling melted away.
The sun started to shine through the small part between the curtains. I didn’t do much sleeping as my brain continued to race, my thoughts never shutting off. I lay there staring out the window, pondering over everything. Damon and I were bound together for the rest of our lives, even in death. Yet, his family and most of his pack members despise me. They want me dead and gone from their land.
Damon was an Alpha and required a Luna to rule by his side. A Luna who could give him an heir, something I couldn’t do, not only that I was human and Damon was a werewolf. I could never be the Luna that he and his people deserve.
The bed stirred, and Damon wrapped an arm around me. He moved a piece of my hair to the side and kissed my neck. “Good morning.” He said in a sleep-filled voice.
I rolled over in his arms and stared lovingly into his bright blue eyes. “Good morning.”
Damon lay there just gazing into my eyes, a neutral expression on his features. He then kissed me with a fiery passion, stealing the air from my lungs. Then, finally, he broke the kiss and reared back.
“I want to take you somewhere today.” He said, and I furrowed my brows.
“Where?” I asked curiously.
Damon smirked. “You will have to wait and see.” He teased.
I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to speak, but Damon placed a finger over my lips, silencing my protests.
“Get dressed, and we will have some breakfast before we leave.” So he told me, and I pursed my lips.
I sighed. “Fine,” I said, defeated.
Damon let out a soft chuckle, and I rolled my eyes in response. I flung the sheets off of me and swung my legs onto the floor. Just as I was getting up, Damon gripped the back of my shirt. “Oh, wear something fit for hiking.” He casually said.
I whipped my head around and looked at him, a brow raised. Damon held up his index finger and wagged it at me. “That’s all you get.” He said with a broad smile.
I huffed and got up from the bed, dragging my feet across the floor like a child who had just been scolded. Then, after I got dressed, I walked back into the bedroom, and there was Damon. He was leaning back on the bed and using his elbows to prop himself up.
His brows shot up. “Well, it’s about time.” He said in a teasing manner.
Damon stood from the bed and walked over to me. As he closed the distance, his eyes roamed up and down my body. “Perfect and beautiful as always.” He said sweetly.
I decided to go with a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of black leggings and some running shoes.
Damon was wearing a black tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt and some jogging pants. I looked him up and down. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I told him while taking notice of the fact that his shirt clung to skin, exposing his muscles and making me drool a little.
He smirked. “Come on, let’s go eat.”
We walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. The house was still relatively quiet, seeing as it was still early. Damon grabbed a few things from the fridge and started roaming around the kitchen.
I walked over to him. “Need any help?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No, just relax. I got this baby.” He said with a smile. I sat on one of the stools at the island, watching as he moved about and made us something to eat.
After a while, Damon placed two plates on the island, filled with scrambled eggs and toast. He pulled the chair out beside me and sat down. “Eat up.” He told me.
We ate in silence for the most part, except when I tried to get more hints or even for him to fess up on where we were going. However, he wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard I tried. After we finished eating, Damon packed a bag with some snacks and bottles of water.
Damon faced me. “Are you ready?” He asked.
I nodded my head in response. “I’m ready, just not sure what for,” I said in a pouty tone.
Damon chuckled. “Come on, pouty pants. Let’s go.” His tone was playful, and he was happy.
We left the house, and Damon threw the bag on his back before grabbing my hand. He laced his fingers with mine as he guided me into the woods.
I was grateful that Damon remembered to pack water, as we had been walking for some time now, and my mouth was dry as sand. We are currently ascending an incline, a very rocky and uneven incline. I was starting to get tired out, feeling my muscles cramp up with each step we took.
Damon looked back at me and stopped. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop for a rest?” He asked, all the while looking like he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
I shook my head. “No, let’s just keep going. I’m just not used to this type of terrain.” I told him through my heavy breathing.
His brows furrowed. “Are you sure?” Damon questioned curiously.
I nodded. “Yes.” Even though deep down I did want to stop, but I also didn’t want to seem weak to him, like I couldn’t do this.
We continued walking up the hill, trekking through the rough terrain. Finally, Damon and I reached the end after what felt like an eternity—now standing at the top of a cliff.
I was at a loss for words as I gazed out at the vast land before me. Words couldn’t describe the beauty of it all; it was mother nature in all her glory.
I released a heavy breath. “It’s so beautiful,” I said softly.
“Yes, it is,” Damon replied, but his eyes were fixed on me instead of the scenery before us.
I smiled at his words as butterflies swarmed in my belly. Damon came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me firmly against him.
I snuggled into him, embracing his warm hold; this was the perfect moment, just him and I out here alone, no distractions, no complications.
I sucked in a deep breath “Damon, how are we going to do this? How is all of this going to work?” I hesitantly asked the question that had been plaguing my mind non-stop.
He released me from his hold and turned me to face him. “Amelia, as long as we are together, there isn’t anything that we cant face. We are in this together, and we will fight this together. Things may get rough; they may even test the strength of our relationship, but if you believe in me and I believe in you, then baby, we got this. I promise, things will be alright in the end.” He said reassuringly, but the pit in my stomach remained.
“What about your dad?” I asked him, knowing that his father would never allow us to be together.
He looked away and sighed. “I’ll handle my father when the time comes. I will admit, it won’t be easy with him, as he believes that all humans are evil, but with time and as he gets to know you, all we can do is hope that we can show him that not all humans are bad.”
My chest felt heavy, and the pit grew in my belly, feeling as though it wouldn’t be that simple, convincing a man who is set in his ways.
Damon reared back and sat down on the ground, perching himself against a large boulder. He patted the ground, motioning for me to sit, and I did just that. I sat between his legs and leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around me once again. We sat there like that for a while, in silence, watching as the world went by. Although this moment with him was beautiful and precious, my mind wouldn’t stop racing, curious as to what lay ahead for us.