(Damon POV)
I shoved Rhydian’s hands away, Beowulf had already been pacing restlessly inside my head.
"Why don’t we just kill him? He must have bad intentions towards Ember... and besides, why does he already feel like a competition? I don’t like him, Damon, why don’t we rip his head off huh?" Beowulf growled.
"I said don’t touch ." I snapped at Rhydian. His sharp cold blue eyes t mine... if he is thinking of intimidating , he should think again.
I looked at the spot where Ember had been standing and she wasn’t there anymore.
My gaze turned cold and distant, who would have thought that this day would co? Where I pretend to be weak only to get close to a woman I once rejected?
’Ember.’ Every inch of my body longed for her, and I could already see so trace of her in the princess.
"Allaric, help inside." I mindlinked him.
"Oh, is the drama ti over? Who would have thought our lycan king is excellent at acting?... maybe we should build a theatre for you." He replied through the mindlink, then he leisurely rose to his feet, throwing the last dried fruit in the air before catching up with his mouth.
"Hurry up?!" I growled through the mindlinked.
"If only the princess could see what you really are." he scoffed, then he threw my arms around his shoulder.
"I think your neck is sore... You’ll have difficulty sleeping tonight!!" He shouted so the princess would hear him.
"Ouch... it really hurts." I groaned dramatically.
"Hehehe. Father, if the werewolves see you like this they would clean their eyes to make sure you are not a doppelganger." Theo teased through the mindlinked.
"I believe they would die first of a heart attack, especially elder Dominic. I an I have been your father’s best friend for centuries and I have never seen him like this... the power of a woman." Alaric laughed hard through the mindlink.
"You both should shut up or else I will teach you a lesson you will never forget." I snapped at them through the mindlink.
"But are you sure she is really Ember.."
Before Allaric could finish his question, Beowulf interjected. "Of course she is Ember, You and Theo should help us win her heart, else this handso devil that pretends to be an angel will snatch her from us... this is war."
"Handso devil? Why are you complinting him, Beowulf?" I snapped at him as the bitter taste of jealousy spread through my chest. "If anyone should be referred to as a handso devil, that should be !"
"That was a slip of the tongue... I ant ugly devil. He is nowhere as handso as you!" Beowulf rolled his eyes inwardly.
"Hehehehe." Alaric laughed through the mindlink, and almost dropped down on the floor. My hands held onto his shirt as if my life depended on it.
Rhydian, who was trailing behind us, had a confused expression on his face, although he could not hear anything we were saying... but by our expression and change of aura, he knew sothing fishy was going on.
I kept my eyes half-lidded, my head leaning slightly against Alaric’s shoulder like I was too exhausted to lift it on my own. A performance, of course, but one I had perfected.
The mont we crossed the threshold into the room, I let out a groan. "Put on the bed gently," I whispered through the mindlink. "We don’t want our dear knight thinking I’m capable of walking."
"You’re heavy," Alaric muttered under his breath, lowering onto the thin mattress like I was made of glass. "And dramatic."
"Thank you," I replied shalessly.
Rhydian stepped in a second later. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes scanned the room, before landing on .
Then he rested his back on the entrance door.
Alaric and Theo lay on a mat.
"I can’t believe a prince and Gamma like , is lying on the ground," Theo grumbled through the mindlink.
"Bear with it, your father is trying to woo a princess." Alaric snickered.
"We need to make her rember ," I joined them.
"So she can rember how you rejected her and let your pack chase after her until she fell off the cliff?"
Alaric’s words made growl ferociously through the mindlink. "I had to reject her and you knew why!"
"Exactly, then why are we here trying to make her rember you? Why not let her go since you have already rejected her? Okay, let’s say she happens to rember you, what next? Beg for her forgiveness and bring her back to the Bloodshade pack? Will the werewolves accept her after everything? And would she want to go back with you?" Alaric’s teasing voice turned serious.
"If you know you can’t love her and protect her as your mate because of her bloodline, what is the point of us doing this?" He added.
Beowulf howled in my head. Those questions... they were exactly the ones I have been avoiding all this while. Will I be able to take her as my mate again? I wasn’t sure, because I could not find it in my heart to forgive what the fae princess had caused in the past.
So why can’t I just let go and let her live her life, now that she doesn’t have any mories about ?
I don’t know, but I just can’t. And I don’t want anyone near her, especially that fae guy.
"Father, what do you really want to do now? You got hurt badly that you even went feral... Are you sure you want to pursue the princess? Will the pack accept her?" Theo pushed his glass pack as he stared at the ceiling.
I have never felt this conflicted in my life. Caught in a circle between love and hate.
"She is our mate, Damon, we will not abandon her again! Rember our promise, we failed her the first ti, we will not fail her again."
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