Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 2

ARIA

Damon knew better than anyone how desperately I had always loved him,my actions were a clear sign, he also knew how my omega wolf called to his wolf in a way that should have sealed our fate.

When I stayed silent, staring at the moonstone necklace in disbelief without touching it, he thought it meant I was done with my tantrum and was finally placated by his actions.

He reached for the necklace, intending to fasten it around my throat—a gesture that would have sent shivers through me just days ago, because it would have given me hope that there was a spark between us, but now it just made my stomach burn with nausea.

"I don't want this necklace! I just want my mother's pendant!"

I slapped his hands away and said firmly, "That pendant was the last connection to my birth pack. How could you give it to Sera? I only want what was already mine! Give her the bloody expensive necklace and give me back my mother's keepsake."

"Still throwing a fit..."

Damon's patience snapped as his Alpha aura flared, filling the small cabin with the scent of pine and dominance.

His face turned cold and hard, radiating fury that made lesser wolves submit instantly under his gaze.

"Sera really treasures that pendant."

"She's dying—how much longer do you think she'll even get to wear it? Why must you fight over jewelry with someone whose wolf is already fading? Aria, when did you become so selfish and cruel?"

Selfish. Cruel. Fighting a dying she-wolf over a pendant...

But that pendant was mine—the only thing left of my murdered pack, my dead mother, the only connection I had to my real pack, and where I was from, in a pack where I wasn't wanted.

What was wrong with wanting it back?

Did he really expect me to keep sacrificing everything for him after he'd chosen another omega in front of everyone and took no regard of my feelings? Was I supposed to roll over and show my belly after being discarded? Even dogs bite their owners after being mistreated.

I wasn't that pathetic.

Before I could respond, Damon's phone buzzed with an urgent message.

It was from Sera.

Her text sounded weak and desperate:

"Damon, I just collapsed right now. The silver poisoning is getting worse... Can you come stay with me? I'm scared I won't make it through the night."

Damon's entire body went rigid, playing this message in front of me.

He hadn't even managed to calm me down yet.

But he knew I would never really leave him—omega wolves didn't survive well without pack protection.

And Sera was genuinely dying. So he made his choice.

"Sera, don't panic. I'm coming."

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