"Why don't you tell everyone what you had in your possession twenty minutes ago, Ram?" Damon asked when he finally made it to the front of the room. Damon had realized he needed to make an example of Ram to show them all that change was coming. "No? Fine, Ram, Marcus, and Mateo were carrying a jar of vampire fangs when they returned from patrol this morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said, looking around the room.
Damon took note of the reactions to his statement, seeing who smirked and who was shocked, dividing them into two groups. He was pleased to find the group that seemed to approve of Ram's actions was considerably smaller, about fifteen in all. Maybe there was hope for them yet. He didn't miss the smirk on Ram's face.
"Please tell me, what is so funny?" Damon whispered as he rounded on the members, a vein almost popping in his neck as he fought back the urge to smack the smirk off the man's face. "These are someone's fangs. As if the act of taking them weren't despicable enough in itself, you think it's okay to laugh about it?" Damon shouted.
"He was not an original," Ram said, trying to affect a nonchalant shrug, his eyes darting between Damon and the floor as he tried to ignore the voice screaming in his head for him not to make eye contact with the enraged Alpha. "I'm a Royal Alpha Wolf; he shouldn't have come for me. What did you want me to do?" He asked, forcing a confidence that he didn't feel into his voice.
"If you are attacked by mixed blood, you take them down and bring them in; you do not take their freaking body parts!" Damon roared. "Did you kill him?" he asked when he had gotten control of himself.
"Yes, of course I did," Ram said angrily, staring at Damon as if he were a particularly obtuse five-year-old. "He was mixed blood; I don't see what the big deal is," he muttered.
"The 'big deal' is that I have a meeting with Miss Clary in less than three hours," Damon shouted, breathing through his nose as he tried to keep the Alpha to a bare minimum. "How do you think I am going to explain this to her?" he asked.
"Why should I care what a mixed-blood wolf thinks of me?" Ram spat out defiantly, the Alpha in him surfacing and refusing to be cowed. "It was a mixed-blood vampire I took these from," he said, staring into Damon's eyes as he scowled.
"That mixed-blood wolf has been made the leader of all mixed-blood spice groups in Nigaland," Damon roared in Ram's face. He saw the flinch as the man stared down at the floor. "The night creature will not stand for this. They will see it as an act of war," he said, turning to look around at them all. "We are on the precipice of war. They will not stand for your treatment of them any longer. Do any of you actually realize what will happen if I cannot persuade them not to retaliate? They are gearing up for a fight by making him their leader. A fight that we cannot win; we don't have the numbers for a start," he roared at the room, unable to hold back his anger any longer. He saw several of the Betas take a step back, saw every Omega in the room bow their heads, and saw every Alpha flinch, shaking as they tried to hold their heads up at his tone.
"Every one of you is now under review," Moni said, stepping forward as Damon tried to get a grip on himself. She saw the looks on their faces as they glared up at the two of them. "Your cases, actions, and arrests will be reviewed."
"Who are you two to come in here and..." Ram piped up before clamping his mouth shut at the look Damon gave him.
"One more fucking word and swear to Moon Goodness, I will rip you apart where you are fucking stand," Damon said, pushing his tone out to wrap around Ram.
"You can't do that," Ram screeched, glaring at Sebestian with pure hatred in his eyes.
"I don't think any of you actually understand my position within the Royal Blood Group," Damon said, a dangerous glint in his eye as his gaze swept the entire room. "As the floating station head, I have the power to shut this station down if I see the need. I have the authority to walk into any station and replace any station head on the spot, and, furthermore, I have the authority to rip apart any one of you without a second thought, so don't fucking test me; I have taken down the entire station and will do so again if you cannot follow orders," he growled.
"I answer only to the consul. Jasmine James sent me here to clean up the mess Sebestian left in his wake and to whip the entire station into shape. I am telling you now that you will conform to the new regime, or you will find yourselves living with the humans. Do I Make Myself Clean?"Damon roared in the room.
"If you think we are going to bow down to mixed blood, you have another thing coming." Ram shrieked, shaking with anger, as he lunged at Damon.
Damon didn't hesitate; he dove under the enraged beta wolf's outstretched arms and grabbed Ram around the neck, sweeping his feet out from beneath him. Twisting his body and dropping to one knee, he drove Ram's body down to the floor by his throat with a roar. He pinned the beta arm to the floor with his knee and whipped his knife out, carving a breaking wolf mark into the royal mark on the man's arm with one quick fluid motion before he could even register what was being done to him.
"This is not the first time Mr. Damon has had to do this," Moni said to the crowd, pacing up and down as they stared silently at Ram writhing on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs. "And it will not be the last. It's time for a change, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody else who feels they do not want to be part of the new regime, please step forward and have a beautiful mark. You and I both know that if you get a broken wolf mark, it means you are no longea royalal wolf. And no other group will ever accept you. Even if they have mixed blood, you will treat them like criminals," she said. Watching as every one of them averted their eyes.
Damon stood up when he heard the station doors open. "That will be our guests," he said as a group of twelve wolves entered the Ops center. "They will be searching your rooms; anyone found in possession of any other body parts belonging to mixed-blood creatures will join these two in the cells," Damon said, pointing at Evergreen and Garcia, glaring around at the group. His eyes narrowed when he saw a few faces pale. "You will remain here while they search. Anyone that tries to leave this room will be detained," he said.
"Moni, see to the details, then come and find me," Damon said before storming from the room without a backward glance. He needed a hot shower before he had to go and deal with Clary!
Clary stared intently at the liquid she was brewing. She stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of her fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden color. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of her products, she thought with a smile. She glanced up when her wards went off, a few seconds before a magic circle opened into the room."Just wait!" Adira, her twin sister, said over her shoulder as she stepped into the room, closing the blinds with a wave of her hand before her mate, Jordon, stepped through the portal. "Three more orders," she said as she handed her a piece of paper and pressed a kiss to her cheek."So, has the Royal Alpha arrived yet?" Jordon asked by way of greeting, glancing into the corners of the room as if he expected the man to run at him with a stak
"I hate going Alpha on them," Damon said as he and Moni crossed the street, both of them activating their power as they walked. They both had a lot of "It's the same every time! Can't I just once walk into a station that isn't full of disrespectful assholes?" he asked, rolling his eyes when she smirked."You would be out of a job if you walked into a station full of decent, hardworking wolves. Get these for me," Moni said absentmindedly as she yanked the back of her shirt up so he could activate the power on her back. "You should have seen Ram when I escorted him to his room to collect his things. He cried like a baby, muttering about how you left him defenseless against the mixed-blood vampires," she said with a grin as they dodged out of the way of a group of schoolgirls, oblivious to the two wolves skirting their group."He stole a vampire's fangs!" Damon said incredulously, running his luna stone over the left side between her shoulder blades. "Did he think he could get away with t
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"Fuck!" Damon roared, losing control completely as he spun on the spot, a deep, full Alpha snarl ripping from him as he slammed his fists down on the counter, a crack running through the entire length of the Carrara marble slab, making everyone else cringe and step back from the enraged Alpha. Everyone but Clary.Clary couldn't move a muscle, her control over herself slowly fraying thread by thread as her eyes slammed closed. Her hands balled up into tight fists, her fingernails cutting into her palms as her magic ripped through her body. She felt it push out of her, barely erecting a barrier around herself to protect them all in time before she let it consume her. She screamed out the years of pain and loneliness, all of her anger, bitterness, and sadness.Damon whipped around when he heard the sound—the furious, desolate scream that ripped from his Omega. The sound was like a thousand razorblades being scraped over his soul. It cut through his own pain, anger, and frustration; his Om
Moni stared at her best friend as he turned away from them, dropping the mask he had so carefully pulled across his features. She could feel the tremble of his hand and could see the clenching of the muscles of his arm as he gripped her hand. She had never seen him like this; he was always so controlled and so strong whenever he faced an impossible situation, but this? It had been a long time since she had seen him lose any of his rigid self-control, and she had never seen that look on his face before—that gut-clenching look of absolute desolation.She knew the others in the room would see an unfeeling, cold exterior, thinking him unaffected by the situation, but she knew better; she knew him like nobody else. Seeing the rigid way he held himself, the way he wouldn't look the Omega in the eye, the shake of his entire body as he held himself back, it made her want to take him in her arms and hug the pain away, something she had never felt the need to do before. She would usually just te
Moni threw her pen across Damon office, almost yanking her hair out as another wave of self-hatred reached her through her best friend bond with Damon. It had been the same for the last two days, a constant flow of anger, desperation, pain and self-loathing, over and over again, interspersed with short periods of numbness, a void of nothing where he clammed up and retreated into himself, trying to hide from it all.She couldn't take any more of it. She was just about holding the station together. She had begged, cajoled, shouted and tried to bribe him into leaving his room, to come back to work and try and put it behind him, he wouldn't listen though. She jumped to her feet and stormed through the station, glaring at anyone who dared look at her, maybe it was time to order him to pull himself together, it was for his own good!Damon stared up at the crystal chandelier hanging above the foot of his bed, counting, constantly counting. 972. The chandelier had 972 crystal drops. There were
"There hasn't been a mixed blood living in the head city for two, three hundred years?" Damon said his eyebrows almost in his hairline "not since the ending of the last rules. A step in the right direction indeed" he said with a nod of approval. "It seems Jasmine being made leader was the right decision, she has improved our organization relations vastly since she took over. Who knows, there might even come a day when a new agreement is forged between us, and the mixed blood." Damon said. He wondered what Clary would have to say about a mixed blood living in head city before banishing the thought as the hole in his stomach became just that bit more jagged."Yes, no thanks to you," Moni said with a proud smile. " You're the one who has forged agreement after agreement between station and mixed one worldwide, don't be giving Jasmine all the credit. I have Sofia under investigation, she was the one with the drug" she said when she saw his questioning look."When you say she was found with
Damon dropped Adira hand the second they stepped from the circle, darting toward the door of the bar they had landed in front of before he was yanked back. He spun on the spot with a snarl, glaring at his best friend before getting a grip on himself."We need a plan, Damon. You can't just go dashing off every-time" Moni said, keeping a firm hold on his arm when he started to turn towards the door "she could be dangerous, we need to prepare" she said, her eyes snapping to rose when she heard her scoff "the report said she was holding them hostage" she snapped."Whatever, there's nothing dangerous about her when she drinks," Adira said, rolling her eyes at the ridiculous woman "you two can stay out here coloring your wings in, my sister needs me," she said, stalking past the pair of wolfs and throwing the bar door open. She huffed when Damon darted past her through the open door.Damon dashed into the dimly lit bar, stopping in his tracks when his mat...the fairy scent wrapped around him