Chapter 20 A Pet, Not a Slave
I stared in complete shock as I stared at the man who was around the same age as Damon calling him father. The room tilted slightly in my view, as I couldn’t seem to piece the puzzle together.
"Theo... welcome back home," Damon pulled him into a hug.
’Could it be they are... lovers? That’s why he called him father?’ I shook my head. "That is not possible, father isn’t endearing... then what is their relationship?"
After they pulled out of the hug, the man Theo turned towards me, before walking closer to me. "This is the spy I caught eavesdropping on your conversation." As he finished his, growls reverberated through the air.
"Who are you? And who sent you here? Is it the Blood Moon pack?" one of the elders growled at me, his lips peeling back revealing his elongated teeth.
Unconsciously, I took a step backward, the menace coming from them was blood-chilling. Theo walked to me, pushing his glasses back. As he reached out to grab my hand, a hand beat him to it.
As Damon’s hand held mine, jolts of shivers were sent flying down my spine, my heartbeat fleeting for a second. ’Get your head straight, this man is not straight.’ I swallowed nervously, as he pulled me to the middle of the table. The werewolves growled and snarled at me, as their heads followed our steps, but their gazes were later filled with surprise.
"Chill," Damon ordered.
"Alpha, you are holding a female?" the oldest man among the men, who was advising Damon to get a mate, asked. The way he phrased the question hit a few wrong chords in me. ’What kind of stupid question is that? Why is he asking as if he had never laid a hand on a female before?’ My brows furrowed.