Damon has been called many things—evil, powerful, dominating, and most terrifyingly of all, the Demon Alpha. But there’s something that England’s most feared alpha desires: a mate. Nix is an unnatural beauty who can have any man she wants, and the last thing she wants is some pompous asshat trying to seduce her— been there, done that. Destiny has its work cut out for it with these two!
Age Rating: 18+
The sun was setting, with aurora lights illuminating a green vegetation with birds chirping and flying to their nests on various trees for the night’s sleep.
The wind, cool and comforting, was blowing all over the park, with so many bloomed flowers and leaves scattered over the ground.
Others blew from one place to the other, reaching the lap of a dark beauty sitting on the grass with her mind elsewhere.
She was of average build with long, dark, wavy hair that was naturally curly, nearly reaching her waist, freely blowing in the wind. Her big forest green eyes held floods of tears.
Her cheeks, which had a slight natural blush, were tainted with numerous stains of tears.
Her caramel skin was still glowing thanks to the remaining sunrays that would disappear within a few minutes.
Her hand reached for her bag right next to her lap and fished out a napkin to rid the tears from her face.
She blew her running nose and took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, then exhaled as she opened her eyes again.
She then reached for her phone in her bag and looked at the display. She sighed. It was silently ringing. She decided to pick up after seeing the caller ID.
“NIX! THE HELL?” the voice shouted.
She withdrew the phone from her ears with a frown and rolled her eyes. “Hey, calm down,” she scolded.
“Do you know how pissed Michael is? He literally didn’t want to write your name on the group assignment names list. Nix, stop doing this! You missed the discussion…again!” the voice lectured, annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Amora, I forgot.” She smirked while putting her things back into her bag then lazily got up on her feet and started to walk.
“Your last statement proves how bitchy you can get.”
“Where are you?” Amora inquired.
“Somewhere deep in a faraway park. You know how much I like nature. It helps me think,” Nix explained as she walked.
“You thought enough to shed over thirty kilograms and miss two months of your last college semester! Phoenix, you do realize you’ve got to let it go…” Amora sounded concerned.
“I know, Amo, I made up my mind. I’m coming to college this Monday. I hope I’ll catch up. I don’t want to upset Mom any longer, and Shaun,” Nix announced.
“Yeah, I know. I convinced Michael you’ll show up and make it up for not showing up.
“Mom called me two hours ago. I told her you forgot your phone at my place and we were busy studying at the library. Of course, she did not believe me, but she left it like that,” Amora explained.
Nix reached for her car and opened the door, entered, started the engine, and tore off to a destination she had in mind.
“Well, I’m on my way home, but I’ll pass through Marvin’s restaurant for something to bribe her with.” She smiled as she imagined her mom.
Now, it was Amo’s time to chuckle. She knew pretty well what Nix was about to do. “You really do know her well.”
“I’ll come to visit tomorrow, Amo, so that we catch up and you can update me on everything I missed at school,” Nix said.
“Sure. It’s a lot, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Your favorite professor has been a little uptight since he doesn’t see you around the class. We’re paying for it!” Amora informed her.
Nix rolled her eyes. The professor had had a crush on her since forever. Thank god he’d never approached her or tried anything funny.
“How I miss school… Note the sarcasm. Talk to you later, babes—I’m pulling up.”
Amo giggled. “Take care, Nix!”
Phoenix climbed out of her black BMW X6 2017. Her five foot six frame started to move gracefully toward the restaurant’s entrance.
Prying eyes had always made her slightly nervous. They were the reason she hated crowded places.
When she was overweight, she thought people wondered at her big frame, but what now? Had grief made her a clown?
She never thought she’d lose so much, but there she was. She was no doubt very beautiful. Perfection haunted her every part, but she never let that get to her head.
She involuntarily made most of the females who crossed paths with her almost burst with envy due to her killer looks. Through it all, she managed to stay humble.
She walked to the counter. “Hey, Yasser!”
“Phoenix? Wow!” Yasser’s eyes went wide.
“Don’t make me roll my eyes. Can I have the usual? Make it for three—it’s going to be shared.” She spoke with a smile.
“Sure! But wow, Nix, you look more…wow…I mean, I’m speechless!” he said while typing the order for the kitchen.
“So, um…I never got the chance to offer my condolences for…you know….what happened.” He looked guilty for bringing it up, but she understood.
“It’s all right. Thank you.” She smiled.
Nix knew how to mask her emotions very well. The subject tore her from the inside, but she didn’t want to show it. It was hard to read herexpressions if she wanted to hide them.
“It’s life.” She shrugged. “So, how’s Priya?” she asked with a wink.
He blushed slightly. “She’s all right.”
Her package came up, and after paying, she was on her way to her house.
Phoenix was the last born in a wealthy family of four kids. The eldest was her brother, Shaun, then a set of identical triplets, which she belonged to.
Her two sisters passed away two months back after a kidnap attempt. While trying to escape, Chloe, the second of the triplets, got shot.
When the police heard the commotion and tried to catch up with the kidnappers, there was a shootout in which two bullets accidentally caught up with Elvera.
Phoenix had the flu that day, which had prevented her from going out with them, so, technically, being unwell saved her.
Since the day she lost her sisters, she was never the same again. It was just her and Shaun now. Her father was a wealthy Brit who traveled frequently.
She was her daddy’s daughter, a favorite who got his facial features, especially the vibrant, forest green eyes.
Her brother, Shaun, was the spitting image of their father with dirty blond hair, forest green eyes, fair tan skin, and their mother’s sweet dimples.
As she drove through the gates of their mansion, she spotted her brother’s buddies Daniel and Alex at her brother’s room balcony.
They stopped their conversation and watched her with sarcastic smirks on their faces.
She looked up at them as she climbed out of her car with a smug expression and a raised eyebrow as she muttered, “I hope these minions don’t try anything funny with me today.
“I am not in the slightest mood…” She let out a long breath.
She entered the house and went straight to the kitchen and fixed her food on a big plate, covered it, and took a jar of juice from the fridge and went straight to her mother’s bedroom.
She peeked her head inside first. “Hey, sexy!”
Her mother smiled and stood up to go to her but stopped midway, slightly surprised as her daughter pushed in with a tray. “What’s this?”
Nix smiled knowingly at her. “It’s a treat! Chicken tandoori,” Nix announced with a grin.
Her mother chuckled with a soft expression as she helped her set the tray on a table. They sat and started unfolding the treat.
“Before you say anything, Mama, I want to tell you something.” She looked at her mother with a sad smile and threatening tears.
Her mom whispered with a smile, “Yes, baby?”
“Mama, I am so sorry for how I acted these past few weeks. My behavior… I realize I gave you a hard time a lot more. I should have been there for you as well.
“We all lost people we loved and cared about. I’m thankful Shaun has been there for you.” She paused as her mom swiped a tear away from her pretty face.
“I do not want to be sad anymore. They would not want this for us. I promise to be strong for you—for all of us.
“I am going to be me again, maybe an updated version of myself,” she explained as more tears rolled from her eyes. Her mom hurriedly wiped them away with a sad smile.
She was trying her best too. Nix saw that.
Nix raised her hand to tuck strands of her mother’s curly hair behind her ear as she said, “Nakupenda, Mama.” (I love you, Mother.)
Her mom scooped her closer and hugged her.
“Thank you, baby, for coming back and for being better. Thank you. Nakupenda, pia mpenzi.” (“I love you too, sweetheart.”) She let her tears flow as she sniffed.
She moved away from her daughter to swipe them away as Shaun came in.
“I came here because of the delicious aroma, then I see this,” he commented, standing in the doorframe with his big hands crossed over his chest.
He stalked closer to them and kissed his mother’s forehead.
He did it easily with his six foot two frame and broad shoulders, towering over his mom who was only a five foot five chubby woman with dark chocolate skin and big brown eyes.
Her shoulder-length curly hair was thanks to her grandfather’s Arabian roots.
“Don’t cry, beautiful. I don’t like it.” Then he went to where Nix sat and pinched her cheek, to Nix’s dismay.
She scowled at him while he cut a chunk of the chicken, and then he was gone.
Nix’s frown softened and turned to a smile when she saw her mother smiling at her.
Her mom had always been a quiet and an observant woman with the kindest personality. She originally came from East Africa, a place where she was born, lived, and met Nix’s dad.
“Come, Mama, let’s eat before it gets cold. It’s our favorite after all, and it’s best served warm.”
In the morning of the following day, a peaceful Sunday, after her morning routine, she went down for breakfast.
As she entered the kitchen, she saw her mom finishing working on the sausages.
She greeted her as Shaun came down in his pajama trousers and a vest, eyes puffy from sleep, and his hair sticking everywhere.
“I swear, if it wasn’t for the sme—”
He was cut off mid-sentence by his sister while he was scratching his right hip as he walked lazily.
“You wouldn’t wake up, but here you are!” She paused, eying him suspiciously. “Are you even sure you brushed your teeth?” she asked with a raised brow.
He just looked at her, shook his head, and went to kiss his mother’s forehead as usual. “Good morning, Mama.” He smiled.
She smiled back. “Morning… Nix, don’t start with him this early.” She turned to her daughter.
Shaun went to sit beside his sister as their mom served them. “Don’t worry, Mama, she knows what she’s begging for.” He smirked mischievously.
Nix scoffed while their mom rolled her eyes, still smiling as she served herself some food and joined them.
“Your father is coming home tomorrow.”
Shaun and his sister both looked up with raised brows. “It’s about time.”
Their mom looked at them for brief seconds then continued to dig in, saying, “Shaun, it’s about time you start helping your clone of a father with the business.
“He is looking forward to it since you already had your ‘one-year chill.’”
Shaun groaned. “Yes, I know. Although, I won’t be traveling as much. I hate planes, and you know that side of me that hates it. I wonder how dad puts up with it.”
“Love,” Nix answered.
“Yes, baby, I know,” their mom replied.
Their father, Eric, was a beta of one of the biggest American packs.
They lived far from the pack because Eric’s parents forced him to choose a mate, a strong she-wolf who was a daughter of a neighboring pack’s beta, to strengthen their pack and gain allies.
It was also because of this that he never found his true mate till the age he was forced to mate, which was forty-five.
Werewolves age slower than humans, so at that age, he pretty much looked twenty. But even if a wolf takes in a choice mate, he still gets to know when he comes across his true mate.
Most of the time, the choice mate has no chance; the bond disappears once he marks his true mate.
At the age of seventy, he went to Zanzibar in a contract to buy one of the tourist hotels, and that’s where he met his human mate, Genesis.
She was a lawyer who was working for the other party to the contract, and that’s how they met. He tried to ignore the bond, but he couldn’t. Before he knew it, he took her.
But he thought, how could he protect her from his family and his wife? So, he married her secretly and moved her to England where many of his family’s businesses were situated.
He never marked her to escape trouble from his chosen mate who he was never happy with. If he marked his soulmate, his chosen mate would know, and there could be trouble.
He never wanted to risk her life. So, he had his love nest in England, where he spent most of his time than in America.
He was British after all, in matters of nationality, so it was not much of a problem to settle down there for his love.
Shaun shifted at age fourteen, during puberty, while Phoenix never shifted before the accident.
That was why she was chubby. Though she had all the senses and speed, she thought human genes prevented her shift, but her emotions during the accident proved otherwise.
The only thing that was different from her was that her scent never changed after shifting.
Genesis, on the other hand, bore well her husband’s nature and lived happily with her family.
After breakfast, Shaun volunteered to wash the dishes. They heard the sound of an engine die just outside.
“Who could that be?” Genesis curiously inquired.
Nix stood and went to open the door. A girl the same height as her, slender with electric blue eyes and long straight blonde hair, came in.
Her full cherry lips curled into a beautiful smile. “Hey, bitch!”