Alpha Damien's Breeder: The first night
Chapter 163: Phantom Hill

Chapter 163: Phantom Hill

Aurora was done dressing up, and was now waiting for Damien downstairs. She should have just taken her time to dress, if she knew he wouldn’t be ready yet. Why was he rushing her when he wasn’t even ready?

Just as she was about to walk back into her room, she was awestruck by the hot appearance of Damien. What in the hell was he wearing?!!

She felt her heart racing erratically, her mind unable to comprehend his appearance. Why was he half naked?

"What? Never seen a sexy man before?" Damien teased, coming to stand beside her. He loved that expression on her face, an indication that he still had his manly aura.

"You are literally naked," she pointed out, her voice coming out louder than she wanted, thanks to the shock.

"Anything for you," Damien teased, and just then two maids passed by them. Aurora felt so embarrassed, that she could feel herself shrink from the humiliation. Now, the maids would spread rumors about her wanting to see the Alpha naked.

That pervert was going to be the end of her.

"Can you please put on proper clothes?" She pleaded, staring at his outfit, if they could even be called one, in an uncomfortable manner.

He was wearing an armless top that was transparent, and carved out his abs, coupled with shorts that didn’t cover much of his skin. That was enough to be called a night dress, what was he thinking? Planning to wear that out?

His muscles were sturdy, and she could see his veins clearly, they were fascinating. She couldn’t help ogling at them, if she was being honest, he had a nice body. Humans would have to exercise and gym a lot to get that body, while werewolves had it fair. They didn’t have to go to the gym to gain muscles or a fine body.

"Are you done looking?" Damien asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

Coughs

Clearing her throat, she turned her face away from him and said, "We are running out of time," urging him to go change his outfit.

"I don’t need to be reminded," grabbing her wrist, he tightened his hold on her and started dragging her out of the mansion.

"Whoaa," caught off guard, Aurora exclaimed, almost stumbling forward if she hadn’t caught herself in time.

"But..." she trailed off when she saw he wasn’t planning to give a consideration to her plea. She decided to keep shut, and just allowed him drag her along. Her mission was still the same, she shouldn’t let what he wore be her concern.

He could decide to go naked for all she cares, she would never become his Luna no matter how hard he tried to seduce her.

Making her seat in the front seat, he buckled her in and went to sit at the driver’s side.

"It might be an exhausting drive but you will be fine," he said, assuring her, prompting her to nod her head in response. She was used to bumpy rides, she would endure whatever came their way.

After receiving a nod from her, he chuckled and zoomed off. Some minutes later, they arrived at the phantom hills, after encountering deadly potholes while on their way.

Damien told her the hill wasn’t open for tourists, so they decided to keep it natural without altering any changes along the road that leads to it. Aurora wondered why it wasn’t monetized, since any hill was capable of generating revenue. Could it be that the hill was haunted? Yeah, she has crazy thoughts, it’s not her fault.

Damien parked his car in front of the hill’s gate and walked with Aurora into the phantom hill. While they made their way into the hills, Aurora couldn’t keep her curiosity in, she had a series of questions to ask.

The phantom hill was fascinating, and she was awestruck. She couldn’t fully describe how amazing it was, but she decided to see more before deciding. The more they kept on walking, the more the beauty came out.

Damien smiled, knowing she was going to love the scenery at the hill, it was the most beautiful place in the pack as of the moment.

After a few more walks, Aurora finally got a description, more like a praise for the hill.

Phantom hill is a stunning masterpiece of nature, incomparable to any artistry work. Majestic and timeless, this hill stands as a testament to the quiet magnificence woven into the fabric of the Earth.

Cloaked in an ever-changing palette, Phantom Hill unfurls a breathtaking panorama as sunlight dances upon its undulating slopes. Each contour is a stroke of perfection, a seamless blend of greens, golds, and earthy browns that serenely captivates the beholder. The hill wears its seasons like a collection of cherished garments, donning the vibrant hues of spring, the golden warmth of summer, and the fiery tapestry of autumn.

As you ascend Phantom Hill, the symphony of nature accompanies your every step. The gentle rustle of leaves, the occasional chorus of birdsong, and the soft caress of the breeze create a harmonious melody that resonates with peace and tranquility. At the summit, the world unfolds beneath you like a boundless story, valleys and rivers weaving tales of time.

Phantom Hill stands not only as a geographical marvel but also as a sanctuary for introspection. Its silence is a profound conversation with the soul, inviting you to pause and appreciate the quiet majesty of the natural world. It’s a haven for those seeking solace, a place where the cares of the world melt away amid the whispering winds and the embrace of the earth.

In the presence of Phantom Hill, one cannot help but feel a deep sense of reverence for the beauty that graces our planet. This hill is not merely a geographical feature but a poetic expression of the sublime, an everlasting testament to the wonders that nature can weave. Phantom Hill, in all its splendor, is an invitation to marvel at the elegance of our world and to cherish the quiet grandeur that lies beyond the bustling pace of our everyday lives.