Sold To Her Mate ✅ (+ bonuses upcoming)

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A/N: guys this is it... we've made it half way, can you believe it! Hope you have been enjoying it so far, especially the frequent updates 😘

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Lexi's POV

I came to, this time not on the cold soiled floor of the cellar but in a pair of strong arms. Warmth seeped into me. My mind far off registered Damon's musky scent and relaxed, a feeling of safety brushing over me. Damon was here. Everything was going to be alright. 

I drifted in and out of consciousness as I felt myself be carried to a car, the low roar of the engine for a time, then a jolt to a stop. I felt myself being picked up again, felt Damon walk up the stairs. 

I stirred weakly in his arms and cracked my eyes open.

"Alexandra," he simply said, voice cracking with emotion. 

My eyes widened as I took in his state. He was drenched in blood, crusting his hair into spikes. Fear must have filled my gaze for he soothed me.

"It's not mine baby, don't worry, I'm fine," Damon said softly, keeping his eyes on me as if he were scared I would disappear the moment he looked away.

He gently sat me in a spacious shower, and I figured we must be in his bathroom. He turned on the water and soon, hot water was gushing over me, turning murky as it brushed against my dirty body, before disappearing down the drain. The water was hot but it was perfect, helping warm up my insides. I watched as Damon kicked his shoes off before slowly getting into the shower too. The water ran pink as it began washing the blood that coated his hands, forearms, and face. There was no questioning how it had ended up there. I cringed as the bloody water pooled around me before going down the drain.

"You're okay baby," Damon whispered, kneeling in front of me, his facing starting to be clean again, "You're safe now, I'm here."

I sat curled under the hot water, letting it burn the memories of the cellar, of Victor's touch, off me. Damon remained kneeling across from me, letting the hot water wash over him too. 

"Who's blood is it?" my voice sounded cracked, the first words I'd spoken since being back.

"Victor's," Damon held my gaze.

I flinched at the name and something in my gaze made Damon's face twist in pain.

"Alexandra," he reached for me, "Lexi... I promise he will never come near you again. He's dead Lexi, I killed him, he can never hurt you or me again."

Relief that he was dead coursed through me, but I could not help my body begin to shake. Damon scrambled across the shower floor, clothes heavy with water, and pulled me against his chest.

"I'm here my love, I'm here," he murmured, stroking my hair.

I barely registered the fact he had called me his love. It was as if the walls broke down and suddenly I realised everything was real. Every bit of it. I collapsed into his chest, huge sobs racking my body as I clung onto him.

"Shhhh, shhhh," Damon soothed me, rocking me in his arms, holding me tight.

He rocked me until I had exhausted myself of tears. I lifted my head up to look at him,  knowing I probably looked atrocious. But he was looking at me like I was the centre of his world.

"Damon," I whispered, lifting a hand to brush over a scratch on his chin, "How did you find me?"

He caught my hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

"Neo knew, somehow. I sent out message to all the nearby packs, called in all the favours, and found out his current hiding place. We stormed the place. They are all dead," Damon replied, jaw clenched.