The Blade

Chapter Nine - Damien

Damien

“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, Gerard,” Damien shook the doctor’s hand.

               “Of course, of course. Now, what seems to be the trouble?” The wise man did a once-over of his Alpha, trying to pinpoint an area of injury.

                “There isn’t anything wrong with me. I’m just curious about some things.”

                “Well, ask away, sir,” the doctor encouraged.

                “We all know that humans and wolves can be mates. But, and correct me if I’m wrong, the human has to undergo the beginning stages of the change before any wolf-like effect start occurring,” Damien spoke.

                “Yes, that’s correct.”

                “So, there isn’t any possible way that the human mate could, let’s say, develop her wolf’s conscious?”

                “Is this a specific case, Alpha? Because if so I think it would be best if I see the patient myself,” the doctor suggested.

                “No, no. That won’t be possible,” Damien knew his little minx of a mate would never agree to an examination.

                “Well, from the little information I have, the only result I can come to is that this human has wolf genes herself,” Damien’s eyes widened considerably before returning to normal.

                “Is that the only way?” Damien questioned.

                “The only way that is known to us.”

                “Thank you, Ger. That’ll be all,” Damien watched as the man bowed his head and exited the room, leaving the Alpha in deep thought.

                Wolf genes? Emelia? Not possible. Damien’s mind rambled. He hadn’t detected any wolf like qualities about her, and with her hatred of werewolves, it was hard to wrap his mind around.

                Damien’s eyebrows had been furrowed in thought for quite a while when a light knock rapped at the door.

                “Come in,” He hummed, intrigued to know why Emelia was coming to visit him. She had left in a state, and smelling her scent behind the door comforted him in knowing that he might be forgiven.

                He watched as her lean body entered the room, her back turning toward him as she closed the door. His eyes skimmed over her behind, his throat concealing a low growl.

                “I’m sorry about earlier. I thought about it and maybe I was too rash. I should be able to control myself. Nothing like this have ever happened to me before,” she tried to explain herself, but she didn’t understand the real meaning behind her own feelings.

                “It’s not your fault, Emelia,” he stood and walked over to her, wanting to smooth about her stress-wrinkles with his lips.

                “Of course it is. We were finally having an actual discussion and I freaked out and bolted.”

                Damien chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. Emelia’s body stiffened, but she didn’t suggest her let her go. Instead she let him embrace her, but kept her own arms at her sides. Emelia hoped he took it as a sort of apology from earlier, but she couldn’t deny that she found pleasure in it herself.