Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret Chapter 67- What We Were

ZARAH~

9 YEARS AGO

I caught a glimpse of him from afar, Sitting peacefully on a bench by the side of the road with his eyes focused on his phone. A joyous smile curved my lips as I ran to him, but he didn’t notice till I was a few feet away from him.

"Hey." He said surprised to see jogging towards him, I jumped say him and sat on his lap, my knees relaxing on the space of the bench beside him, and my ass comfortably seated on his legs. Maybe other guys would have thought more of it and I would probably not be comfortable doing it for any other guy but he was Damon, he was used to my clingy and touchy antics.

He smiled as he looked at with a raised brow.

"You do know we are in public right?" He asked jokingly.

"And? I dare anyone question the son of the Alpha and the daughter of the advisor." I replied, my tone matching his, he chuckled, his hands holding onto my waist so I wouldn’t fall.

"What do you want, you unusually happy child?" He asked with a smirk. I loved that smirk, the way his lips curved made feel warm, and I loved the way his green eyes sparkled anyti he called that.

"I wanna paint your nails," I said excitedly.

"And why would I let you mutilate ?" He said, his smirk steadily increasing.

"Well one, it’ll look really pretty on you."

"Pretty?"

"Yes, I think pink would look good on you."

"Pink?, You want to paint my fingers pink?" He asked, his words filled with disbelief.

"Yes, it’s a very sexy color," I said whilst flashing a cheeky grin.

"Yeah If I was in my little pony." He responded with a chuckle.

"Please," I begged knowing he couldn’t resist my puppy dog eyes.

"No."

"Pleassssseeee!" I begged.

"Ok." He said hesitantly, I clapped excitedly as I stood up from his legs and pulled him up.

"But on one condition.", I glared at him jokingly before I let up and asked.

"What is it?"

"You’ll only do one hand and you’ll cook for ." He said with a grin.

"Hmmmmmm, both of them, and I’ll make you a snack." I proposed.

"One hand and one finger and you’ll make lunch and dessert." He responded

"One hand three fingers and I’ll make your lunch, no dessert." He squinted his eyes for a bit before he answered.

"Deal.", I smiled happily as I began walking back to my place, pulling him behind .

"I thought you didn’t like cooking for ." He asked as he walked to my side, I still didn’t let go of his hand.

"It’s not that, I don’t just like doing anything that brings you joy." I jokingly said.

"Wow, I thought we were friends." He said, faking pain.

"Quiet the contrary young man, I’m one of those who wish for your downfall." I chuckled, he stopped and glared at .

"You’re still gonna cook for ." He said then continued walking, he walked ahead of , and seeing the opportunity I couldn’t let pass, I jumped onto his back and locked my arms around his neck, as if not feeling the weight of what I had just done he held my legs steady so I wouldn’t fall and continued to carry .

"Put down," I demanded jokingly as I kicked my legs back and forth.

"Nope." He replied, not bothered by my erratic movent, I stopped and rested my head against his shoulder, pouting as we continued to walk the way to my house.

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I sat on the kitchen island and he sat on the stool in front of , I held his hand, all my focus on my fingers as I gently stroked the brush of the nail polish on his fingernails, careful not to make a mistake. The pot simred in the background, the relaxing sound of water boiling allowing to further lt into what I was doing, I had kept true to my words, imdiately we got to my place I began prepping for the al I promised to cook so he had to keep to his own promise.

Honestly, I hadn’t been silent in his presence for this long, Anyti we were together we always erged in each other’s presence, I could feel his green eyes on , searching my face for sothing, there was sothing he wanted to ask, and I wouldn’t speak till he asked it.

"Why are you so Focused?" He asked, wanting to know what was driving this level of precision in .

"Cause, if it’s flimsy people would imdiately know you didn’t do it by choice but if It’s artistic and well done, it’ll seem like you went to a nail salon and put in the effort to make your nails look pretty," I replied with a cheeky grin.

"Wow, That’s diabolical." He chuckled, and I smiled.

"Thank you." I bowed as I did the last stroke and hopped off the island to check what I was cooking "Don’t move your hands too much." I instructed, and he groaned causing my smile to widen as I walked over to the pot.

"What did you think about Ga of Thrones?" I asked him, my back still turned to him as I took out ingredients from the cabinets.

"It was mid I guess." He replied sluggishly, my head imdiately snapped in his direction.

"Are you mad?" I snapped, and his eyes widened with surprise.

"Woah!" He said with his hands raised in surrender.

"I’m sorry." I apologized "But that’s the only reason I can think that soone would call Ga of Thrones mid."

"What?, I don’t just think it’s that good."

"Not only is it that good, It’s peak fiction," I emphasized, my index finger poking his forehead.

"Maybe but I didn’t really enjoy it." He justified.

"Of course, you didn’t, the only thing you like is ani," I said as I turned back to what I was doing.

"You were the one who introduced to ani." He said.

"Cause I thought you’d like Naruto, not cause I wanted you to get addicted," I replied as I closed up the pot and walked back to him.

"I’m not addicted." He argued as he placed his head on my stomach.

"Yes, you are, now get off peasant," I ordered jokingly even though I didn’t actually want him to, he grinned and raised his head.

"Yes, mi lady."