Sold to my mate's evil brother

Chapter 5: Damien

Damien's p.o.v.

Red. It's the color I always admired and loathed the most. The color of blood...the color of a last fallen leaf. The color of endless pain and suffering...and guilt.

But still, after my nightmare ends and the sun shines...every morning I stood here, in front of a blank canvas with countless shades of red on my fingertips.

I tried...again, using the darkest of the red shade to make those curly long hair, they were like silk. She was like a doll. Whoever she was... Countless times I'd made this painting but it never fully defined the beauty I was trying to pour out from my soul. It's like she lives in the back of my mind, trapped in my eyes...desperate to come out. But I just can't let her go, can't shake her away.

It's not sexual...the feeling I have for that unknown girl, it's merely artistic. After Rosa, I don't think I am capable of those feelings anyway. That redhead girl, I didn't even see her face, just her long hair and a glimpse of her lips.

It was enough. It should be enough. I should have drawn her months ago and get it over with. But no matter how much I try... I just can't draw her, or perhaps she is too beautiful to be locked into a painting. Who knows...

" Your drawing seems to improve..."

A familiar voice came from behind. I was in my room, and the door is closed. There is only one person who can enter this way. Without giving her much attention I focused on my task. I have to draw her, I need to. She is growing like a poison in my mind, an obsession. And for someone like me, it's too risky to be obsessed over something so fragile. I will break her.

Whoever she is...

" And blending too, but you should try to make it more real you know like..."

She was blabbering something from behind I wasn't paying attention to. But if I don't reply she is never going to stop so...

" You still behave like my art teacher, Rosita.", I grumbled, giving her a side glance.

Like always her purple hair was up in two pigtails. When is she going to dress like an adult?! Probably never. Rosita is like a sister to me, we were in that same shithole for years. And...she is a witch. No amount of chemicals and injections can take her powers away. She is invincible...and naive. So Ryu and I always have to take care of her. In case she accidentally blasts someone...or burns them alive. Also, she likes to freeze humans for fun. We have to keep an eye on her. It's tiring.

" Because I am your art teacher... until I expel you of course." She folded her arms, giving me an arrogant smirk. Brat.

I wanted to flaunt that humans bought my paintings for millions now. But I didn't. If thinking that she is my art teacher gave her some little joy then who am I to take that away?

Ignoring her mocking face I again focused on my painting. Perhaps I should use orange color to make her hair look more real. That shade was unique...like she trapped sunshine in her curls. I was mesmerized.

" So...who is she?"

Rosita asked from behind, slowly touching the painting with her fingertips. Who is she... I asked myself as I started at the painting. A girl laying on the bed, with her long hair on her shoulder as if sea waves reflecting the sunset. Her rosy lips parted, half face hidden under her arm. She was deep in her sleep...so calm, but as I looked at her that night, all I wanted was to destroy her. Rip her apart and feed on her serenity. It was shameful. That hunger...it's disgusting. So I left, obviously, leaving my remaining sanity there, with her.

Whoever she was...

" I don't know.", I muttered, shaking the darkness and hunger that was clouding my mind.

As I again focused on my drawing, a low crank sound came from behind. Someone opened the door. I can hear the footsteps and then a soft knock. As expected, Rosita vanished like air...as if a ghost who was never even there.

Her magic scares me sometimes.

" Alpha." A boy, whose voice I didn't recognize said from behind. " Beta is waiting for you in the office."

He did sound familiar though. There are so many omegas in the packhouse that it's hard to remember each and every one. It's only been a year since I came back home, so I think I should give myself more time to adjust. But still, I don't want to look ignorant. They all are my family after all.

And I endured too much to let this all fail now.

Shrugging my pathetic thoughts away I turned around and finally noticed my surrounding. And... I'd forgotten to clean my room, just started drawing like a lunatic without a thought in my head. It did calm my insane mind though.

Sighing, I stared in front of me. The room is gleaming in the sunshine, despite the dull presence of mine. My bed was wrinkled, the pillow ripped apart, cotton coming out from it...the scars of my claws craved on the bedside. s**t. I glanced at the omega boy who was standing right in front of me, staring at the horrifying condition of my mattress. He might be thinking his Alpha is a crazy animal ... Great.

However, thinking that I am crazy is far better than knowing that I had nightmares and I cry like some pathetic baby every night. It's embarrassing. So, I did not attempt in justifying the condition of my room and took a step toward him instead.

" Tell him to wait more."

That boy shivered hearing my reply. His pale skin look even paler as he peered up at me, " He said it's important. It's about that new rogue girl..."

His voice was filled with fear, and his amber eyes...they looked teary as he watched me. I am not a monster! What my father had done to them that they all feel so scared around their Alpha. Yes, I am their leader. But it doesn't mean they have to be scared. It's foolish. I would never hurt my own. I...just don't know how to make them believe.

I kept staring at that kid, he was tall and thin. So weak. I need strong werewolves if I want my plan to work. Killing him wasn't the end. There is someone far more dangerous than that vampire prince. And I have to kill him.

Before he kills me and everyone I love.