Hell and Back

Chapter Thirteen

"How do I look?" I uncover my face with my hands and gawk at my reflection in the mirror. "Wow, you look even more dead," I comment sarcastically as I squeeze one of my cheeks. Well, maybe not completely dead. The bags under my eyes are tinted a shade lighter from the powder I applied over them. My eyelashes are more prominent since I used a thick mascara and eyeliner. I frown at the bland face in front of me. My hair is pulled up into a messy bun that I didn't intentionally throw up to look fancy, but when I played with it a little, it started to look nice. I added a hair clip in it to make it seem like someone knows what they're doing. Accompanied with it is a red dress that rests on the midst of my upper arm. It makes me look more elegant than I actually am. Despite not really wanting to attend Damien's celebration, it will probably be my last time seeing, well, people.

There's a knock at the door and I tuck a few stray hairs out of the way and shout, "come in!" The door creaks open, and in steps Damien with a suit and bow tie on with a red dress-shirt underneath. I try to conceal the shock on my face. There's something about a man in a suit. "You look..." I drag on as I turn back around and put on the gold earrings that dangle down. "Almost as good as me."

Damien chuckles and I can see, as well as feel, him approaching me from behind. I look at him through the mirror and squint my eyes a little. "You might be right," he grumbles as he buries his head in my neck and kisses it softly. I feel the goosebumps shoot up and cover my entire body. My heart starts to flutter and makes me feel dizzy. I can feel Damien himself shudder, and suddenly there's a rush of tingles on my arm where Damien is holding me. It increasingly intensifies and I feel a shock rack my entire body, and it makes both Damien and I jump back.

His eyes slowly expand as he looks at me, then down back to his hand. I look at my own arm where the blood is rushing back to fill in the pale hand print on my arm. "Did-did you feel that too?" He asks breathlessly.

I furrow my eyebrows as I nod slowly. There's suddenly a rhythmic pounding at the door, followed by a short, "Alpha!"

Damien's eyes become hard again and he glares at the door. "I'll be down in just a minute. Leave."

"Yes, sir," the woman whispers back and I can hear her feet patter on the floor as she scurries away.

"So," he clears his throat, "are you ready to go?" He offers his hand out and my heart melts. As soon as I brush his fingertips, the electricity runs back and pulls us apart once again. I've always felt electricity whenever we touch, but not like this. The more I'm around him the more it intensifies.

"Let's go," I rush out the door before he can say anything.

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I don't understand anything going on between Damien and I. The mate bond itself has never really made much sense to me, but I know that whatever is happening between us now can't be good. It's like everything between us is intensifying. The more I'm away from him the more I can't stop thinking about it. The only thing that can ease it is the electricity between us. I need to feel it again. "God," I whispered under my breath.

"Yes?" Damien stops talking to one of his pack members and looks down at me.

"Haha," I mock sarcastically and he winks back at me and they continue talking. I don't know what he gave me in this cup, but it tastes disgusting. It's some sort of red alcoholic beverage. One small sip made me feel dizzy. My gaze ends up back on Damien while he's speaking. He looks so carefree. Damien is actually a social person behind the whole 'big, bad, Alpha' act he has going on. He can be funny as well as irritating.

"Come on, Alena," Damien places his hand on my back and leads me away. All I can focus on is the pleasurable electricity where his hand is placed. The longer he touches me the stronger it gets. He hasn't jumped back like before. I'm assuming he likes it just as much as I do, but I turn around quickly to stop the feeling. If he held me any longer I'd jump his bones.