Chapter 6: Rogue Attack
Kaya
I stand before the tall mirror in the center of my room, my pale silver eyes vacantly tracing my reflection.
There’s nothing particularly remarkable about my appearance today. A maid brought in a new set of clothes that Damien bought specifically for this occasion, but honestly, despite the supposed importance of the outfit, I have dresses that are far more flattering than this one.
It’s a long, black lace dress with loose sleeves that drape over my arms, hiding the scars etched into my skin. A thin, soft leather belt cinches around my waist, gently accentuating my subtle curves. To be honest, I look as though I’m about to attend a funeral.
And I certainly feel like that’s the case.
I place my right hand over my lower belly, exhaling a heavy sigh. Last night, Damien took me again and again, his fiery passion still burning within me. After he left, I spent a restless night, my thoughts consumed by the inevitable departure that awaits me.
Somehow, Damien convinced me everything would be fine, and foolishly, I believed him.
No, he’s right. He never acts without a hidden agenda. Damien is cunning and brilliant—there’s no way he sold me off to Alpha Steven without some kind of plan in place. He loves me. He proved it last night.
He loves me.
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I repeat those words like a mantra as I walk toward the main entrance of the packhouse, where a car is already waiting for me.
A black SUV—how utterly mundane. I stop at the threshold, unwilling to take another step, as if crossing it will transport me straight to hell. Somehow, my instincts scream that it will.
There’s no one here to see me off. Not even Alpha Damien. When I asked the maid if he was going to say goodbye, she simply shook her head and spat out, rather rudely, "Alpha and Luna are out on business today. They left before dawn."