A bite from an Alpha King

Book 3 Chapter 9: Losing Control

-Damian-

F*ck me … Was all I could think, as every male in the room just stared at me shocked. Yeah, I was not getting out of this one. I sighed and rubbed my eyes tiredly while taking in a deep breath.

“Forget I said that. Just send her to Selene’s pack,” I groaned, before turning my back to them and looking into the fireplace.

There was nothing but silence around me, and I knew they were trying to figure out the reason for my outburst. I knew what I had to say, I just didn’t want to say it. It was like betraying Amelie, when first I spoke the words out loud, but at the same time they deserved an explanation. I couldn’t just run out of here no matter how much I wanted to, and act like I didn’t just yell at both the alpha and the beta of The Blue Blood pack.

“Isabella is my mate,” I said in a low voice while watching the flames dance in front of me.

“What?” I heard Garrett say.

“She is my mate,” I said before turning back to him. “But I want her gone.”

“Why? If she is your mate, then why would you want her gone? Since she is connected to you, it would automatically give her a right to stay.”

“No. She needs to leave. She has to.”

She stays!

I shook my head, trying to get my wolf to calm the f*ck down, but he seemed relentless. He was not giving up on the little female.

“Damian, what is going on? Why would you want her gone?” Valerio asked, clearly sensing my inner battle.

“Because … Isabella is my second chance mate.”

The room went dead silent. Yeah, the reaction I had sort of expected. There was a reason why I didn’t talk about it. Amelia was dead, and dead mates always made a room very uncomfortable.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I growled, pointing at each one of them, even the king, which sort of gave him permission to throw me in jail.

“She is your second chance?” I heard Chris ask, clearly finding it hard to believe I had been mated before.

I nodded. These f*ckers were obviously waiting for me to explain deeper, and while I would really love not to, I knew it was better just to tell them everything, so they would sh*t up and leave the topic forever.

“I had a mate a few years back. When the old council was ruling … Her name was Amelia … But we barely got to be together before the council killed her and left me for dead. I was lucky I survived and when I heard Valerio was on a mission to take down the council, I didn’t hesitate to join.”

“So, you could avenge Amelia,” the king said.

I nodded.

“Originally my plan wasn’t to stay, but then you asked me to and suddenly there were people relying on me.”

“Where did you plan to go, if the king hadn’t asked you to stay?” asked Garrett.

“To Amelia, of course. She is the only one and always will be.”

The whole room was tense, but no one told me I was insane for even thinking about ending my life. Despite that only two of them were now mated, they all understood the pain that comes from losing a mate. Just look at James.

“That is why I need Isabella gone. She is already making me lose control and that simply cannot happen!”

“She is your mate. It’s not strange you’re becoming possessive,” the king said.

“It’s more than that,” I whispered, thinking about how desperate I was after her.

She was making me wild. I had never felt such a need before to claim something, to know it was all mine. I wanted to enjoy all of her, every day. I wanted her to carry my mark and scent and beat the sh*t out of anyone who didn’t take the hint and just looked at her in the wrong way. I needed her to be in my bed, beside me, under me, on top of me. I wanted to have her in any way I could. I wanted to taste her so badly and hear her scream my name, with that beautiful voice that was able to reach me even in the darkest place of my heart. It was dangerous how close to losing control I was.

“I just need her gone,” I said in a more demanding tone.

“Does the half-blood know you two are mates?”

I shrugged.

“I’m not sure. Half-bloods are all so different. I don’t know if she has figured it out or not, but I still need her gone whether or not she knows.”

“Damian, maybe we should wait a little,” the king suggested.

“What? Why?”

I wanted her gone! Was I not clear enough? Was I speaking French or something? I. Wanted. Her. Gone. Now!

“Because just a minute ago you looked ready to challenge Garrett just for suggesting sending Isabella away.”

“That is exactly why I need her gone. I’m losing control here.”

“Yes, but if we try and take her away, there is no saying you won’t attack any of us for trying to remove her," the king said.

“I won’t,” I promised.

There was silence for a few seconds, as the people in the room thought about everything that had been said. This sh*t was more complicated than any mission we had been on, and it seemed there could be a thousand dangerous outcomes. The truth was I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to hold back, and if I attacked someone it could get ugly. Especially if it was the king. He would most definitely kill me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hurt him or anyone else. I wasn’t an easy one to defeat, but my mind was made up. I needed her gone.

“Well, then, if Damian says he can handle us removing her from here, then I will go get her ready, and then I’ll take her to Selene,” Chris said and got up from the couch.

I was in front of him in a second, my hand around his throat, squeezing lightly so air could easily pass through, but still warning him not to move or say anything to piss me off.

“Anyone but you can take her,” I growled.

“Why? Are you afraid I might take a little detour to my apartment in the city before I take her to Selene?”

I squeezed. Hard, while growling with such a strong warning that the walls lightly shook.

“Touch her and I’ll hunt you down and cut your hands off before I rip you into a million pieces!”

It wasn’t even me speaking. My words sounded strange, like an animal trying to talk but failing. I was sure the growling and the way I was slowly choking him was what made my message clear.

“Damian let go of him. Now!”

I understood what the king said, but my hand wasn’t listening to a word. All I could think about was finally killing this bastard for even touching Isabella’s hand and the way he had looked at her. I could read his thoughts, and they weren’t for children to hear. He was f*cking dead!

“Damian let go of him, and I’ll go prepare Isabella,” Garrett said and moved from the seat in front of the king’s desk.

Yes, Garrett was a good choice. He was so in love with his mate, you could practically see his eyes change into heart shapes whenever he looked at her, but even if I knew he was not interested in Isabella, it was still a male going to her room. To her. He was going to be alone with her, as he took her to Selene, and that sent my instinct into a rage.

“You move and you die!”

Again, my words sounded just like an animal trying to speak and failing miserably, but the growling and hissing made things quite clear. Garrett froze on the spot, while I was still trying to squeeze the life out of Chris. He was struggling slightly, but knew trying to fight me right now, would guarantee I ripped out his throat … Which to me right now was a good idea.

“Damian!” the king yelled, but I wasn’t listening.

These males were trying to take my mate from me, and for a moment past and present mixed together, and all I could see was red, as I remembered the feeling of losing Amelia.