Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 127: Bathing for her

Chapter 127: Bathing for her

Aurora couldn’t resist watching her stride away with perfect poise, displaying the elegance of a queen capable of restoring power and grace to a kingdom. Shaking her head, she scolded herself for entertaining such childish thoughts.

Would she have been the perfect Luna for Lucas’s pack if he hadn’t rejected her? Would she have been able to give off a graceful aura just like this woman did?

During the trainings she received as future Luna in Lucas’s pack, she always foresee her future to be impeccable. Never in her wildest dreams, would she have seen her future here.

Her admiration for the woman was profound. Was it the shared characteristic of white hair that drew her in? However, the young lady in front of her also had white hair, though it was slightly less vibrant than the woman’s.

"Well, you heard her. Bring in what I requested immediately," Damien’s voice lost its playfulness, sounding cold. Aurora knew the reason but remained indifferent. It was a consequence of his constant teasing and making decisions for her.

She smirked inwardly, satisfied to have annoyed him. Truthfully, the credit belonged to the woman, but would she have spoken to him that way if she knew his status?

There were rumors of witches possessing powers capable of both killing and reviving a person. The woman seemed powerful enough to confront Damien, but Aurora wished to avoid such a confrontation. It wasn’t a concern for Damien, she simply didn’t want a conflict to erupt. Convincing herself she didn’t care about him, she sighed.

Upon reaching their assigned room, Aurora was relieved to find it spacious. The bed resembled the one in her former room in the omega’s quarters, and there was a small couch in the room where she planned to sleep.

Damien dropped her on the bed and walked away, his lingering annoyance palpable. She rolled her eyes at his pettiness, struggling to comprehend why he was upset with her laughter. It wasn’t as if the woman wasn’t correct, how could he pay without money?

Furthermore, it wasn’t her fault he forgot his wallet on their trip, or "adventure," as he called it. What were they even doing here?

"When are we leaving?" She broke the silence. No response came, as Damien focused on something on his chest with his back to her.

"I said, when are we leaving here?" She repeated, growing visibly annoyed. Again, there was no response, but he turned to face her and advanced, causing her to flinch in fear. Was he going to strike her?

He raised his hand, prompting her to shield herself with her hands. When the blow didn’t come, she cautiously opened one eye to find him playing with a tiny leaf. It was then she realized he had removed something from her hair.

"I am not your former mate. I would never hit a lady," he stated, his words carrying a hint of pain. It was as though he was disappointed that she had anticipated violence.

"I..I am sorry," she apologized, looking away from him as tears dropped from her eyes. He knew so much about her, her weakness, her fear, her past that she couldn’t act strong in front of him anymore.

Damien just sighed and walked away, feeling bad for making her cry again, just when she came back to him. He vowed not to make her cry and he was going to do just that.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

"Alright...Wait, what?!" She replied, her mind going wild when she realized what she had just replied to. Why was he suddenly asking her to open her clothes? Well, he has seen every part of her, but she wasn’t obligated to taking off her clothes just because he commanded it.

"Are you planning to sleep like that?" He asked, referring to her ugly state. Mouthing a ohh, she finally understood his intention but still didn’t take off her clothes.

"I would take my bath myself," she said, making a stand only to fall on her front, "ahh," she whimpered.

Tutting, he walked up to her and bent down to meet her gaze, "You can’t even stand up, why are you being stubborn?" Then he flicked her forehead, causing her to pout her lips in annoyance.

"I feel like kissing those lips, so stop seducing me or you would regret it," hearing that, she quickly scurried away, distancing herself away from him. She was never going to allow him kiss her again, her mission must never fail.

It seemed like that young boy had teleporting powers, she could convince him to help her escape Damien’s clutches. But they seemed close, would he help her?

"Good choice," he commented, chuckling naughtily.

’Damn her legs,’ she cursed, wondering why they weren’t completely healed yet. It was such a hassle to depend on someone like Damien to walk.

"So, are we doing this by choice or by force?" He asked, referring to the choice of bathing her.

"Fine," hesitantly, she agreed knowing she had no other choice. Her dignity was being trampled on by a man who wasn’t going to be her husband, and she felt bad about it.

Everything changed when she got sold as a slave by her mate. She was brought in to be a breeder and had to stand naked in front of a prey. She wondered if Theresa would have bought her that day, if she knew she didn’t have a wolf.

It was only Scarlet that knows about it, what would Damien’s reaction be like if he found out? Was he going to accept a mate that had no wolf? A mate that couldn’t produce an offspring strong enough to inherit the pack?

The thought of being rejected by her mate again, scared her. She didn’t want to risk it so the best option was to flee before things got disastrous.

Picking her up, Damien led her straight into the bathroom and dropped her on the cosmetic table in the bathroom.

Dropping his hands on her back, he moved them to unzip her gown but halted when she shivered. "Are you okay?" Concerned, he asked.

"Ar...are you going to be like this?" She asked, not wanting to be the only one naked.

Realising the problem, he smiled and started unzipping her gown. Leaning forward, he dropped his mouth on her ear, licking it sensually, eliciting a desire in her.

"Who said anything about being like this?" He whispered, licking her ear, making her moan.

"Wa..wait," dropping her hands on his chest, she pushed him away slightly.

"Unbutton my shirt," he muttered, shocking her as she hasn’t done it before.

"I...okay," stammering, she agreed and moved her hands to unbutton his shirt.

Slowly, she undid them one by one and was now done unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest. She felt the urge to feel it but was forcing herself to dispose off the thought.

Their proximity wasn’t helping, as different thoughts were swirling through her mind. She knew this was going to happen, and that was why she didn’t want him to bath her.

"Go on, take it off," he urged, his gaze filled with seduction.

As if entranced, she nodded and removed his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. His shoulders were broad, his physique imposing, leaving her marveling at how perfectly sculpted he was. Her eyes lingered on his well-defined abs, and she swallowed hard at their perfection.

Damien ripped her gown into pieces, casting them aside, leaving her half exposed. Shyly, she averted her gaze, her face flushing from the intensity of his scrutiny.

"Don’t look away. I want to see all of you," he instructed, grabbing her chin gently.

With a skillful touch, he moved to her back, unhooking her bra and releasing her breasts from its confines. She instinctively covered herself, feeling vulnerable in his gaze.

"No," he warned, irritation evident in his voice. He removed her hand and cupped her left breast, gently fondling it.

"Mmm," she moaned.

Drawing her closer, he lowered his mouth to her chest, tracing kisses until he reached the swell of her breast. He gazed into her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he sucked on her nipples, savouring the response.

"Da...mien," she moaned, throwing her head back and gripping his shoulder for support.

Continuing to suck and bite, he teased her for a while before moving to the other breast, repeating the enticing act.

"Ahhh," she shivered, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. Desiring more, she craved Damien’s touch, yearning for a deeper connection.

He lifted her left breast, massaging it while fervently sucking on the other. Despite the intense pleasure, she knew their connection was only by fate, and she couldn’t be with Damien. It would be unwise to have any romantic thoughts about him.

A knock on the door interrupted their intimate moment. Parting his mouth, Damien groaned in displeasure ready to confront the intruder, with annoyance etched on his face.

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