Outcast

Silver:

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding when I was far away from the throne room and away from Alpha Damon. Whenever I was with him, I suddenly found it hard to breathe or reason straight.

Alpha Damon was just well, phenomenal, for lack of a better word. I didn't really get him. One moment he appeared to be nice to me and the next he acted like he wanted to kill me. I could still remember our discussion in his room some days ago, where I had poured out my heart to him and he had listened, even though he had no reason to. I still remembered how he had held onto me, rubbing his hands on my skin like he couldn't get enough of me. Just when I thought he was soft on the inside, I saw and heard the things he had done to the others. Now I understood just how cold-blooded he was, I couldn't bring myself to talk to him as freely as I had before.

He was dangerous, that much was evident. He had told me the first day that he would bend my will and although he hadn't com