"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 that without facing the consequences? He's lucky I didn't haul his ass off to the Gard. I wouldn't be surprised if Clary demanded we turn him over to the mixed one. How long has this been happening? Seriously, how many of them are involved? I saw several of them pale when I said their rooms would be searched. What else will turn up?" he asked as he scrubbed a hand through his spiked hair.
"They had almost completed their search when we left; we will find out when we get back," Moni said as they turned a corner. "Tell me again why we are meeting the omega in her store and not the station?" she asked, huffing at the pace he set.
"Because the omega refused to come to the station," Damon said as they dodged across another road, yanking the back of his own shirt up so she could activate the wings on his back. He had run out of space on his chest, arms, and legs years ago and had had to have her carve a lot of them into his back. "She won't set foot in that nest of vipers. I can't say I blame her, but it is inconvenient, especially in light of what I found this morning. There's a shitstorm of epic proportions heading our way, Clary. I can feel it coming. As Jasmine said, we need her; we need to make an ally of her before she becomes another giant pain in my ass."
"Are you okay?" Moni asked when she heard him cut off with a sigh. She watched him as she activated his wings and dropped the hem of his shirt, noting the looseness of his shoulders, the change in his gait, and his pace quickening as he walked. She almost had to run to keep up with him.
"Yes, surprisingly enough, I am," Damon said. He felt lighter with every step he took, like a huge weight was being lifted from him. The further from the station they got, the easier it was to breathe. He hadn't realized just how stressed he was until that moment. He smiled when they cut through a park, seeing the children running around and screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Woah, it's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that," Moni said as she grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks as she stared at him. "What's going on?" she asked, taking in his peaceful expression, relaxed posture, and tap of his foot as he grinned at her.
"What?" Damon asked with a grin as he linked his arm through hers and pulled her forward. He had expected to feel more and more stressed out the closer they got to their destination, but he felt the opposite. It was as if something was pulling him in that direction. He felt a rightness, like it was where he was meant to be. He laughed when he caught his best friend watching him. "What? What are you staring at?" he asked.
"You're acting weird; when was the last time you were this happy?" she asked when he started whistling. "Did you have some 'alone' time in the shower or something?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him, smiling when he laughed properly, with all his teeth out. It was her favorite laugh. "No seriously though, you look like you're... free," she said, mashing her eyebrows into a thin line as she described it. It didn't quite seem right, more like he was at peace.
"I feel good," Damon said with a shrug as he looked across the street, seeing their destination. The sign said Clary's antiquities, and the store was locked up tight, giving an abandoned look to the place that had him frowning. He saw the glamour fall away as they crossed between a couple of parked cars and stepped onto the sidewalk outside the store, where they were supposed to be meeting the omega. It looked inviting, he thought as he glanced through the window, seeing a cozy-looking soft glow. He glanced back up at the sign to see that it now said Clary's magic emporium. In their world, omegas know how to do magic.
"Come on," Damon said excitedly, dragging her towards the store, feeling an almost giddy, lightheaded sensation rush through him. He felt his stomach doing somersaults and his heart starting to beat a little faster as he reached for the handle of the door. He had to take a minute to compose himself. What was wrong with him!? Every cell of his body was trying to drag him forward, every single one of his instincts pushing him towards the store. As if there was something vital that he had to get to inside. A low growl, full of Alpha, rumbled through him when Moni put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from entering the store. He couldn't stop it from ripping out of him when she spun him on the spot.
Moni took a step back, staring at him when Damon's growl turned into a full-on snarl. She almost dropped her gaze and bent her neck toward him. Almost. It was close; she had to fight her entire body as her head screamed at her to run, to hide, to submit. "Damon, are you... what... are you...okay?" she stuttered out as her heart raced in her chest, making her head pound with the force of the blood rushing through it.
"Moni, I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me." Damon said he felt like a complete asshole when he saw the muscles in her neck clench with the strain of keeping her head up. "I'm so sorry," he said, hating himself for unleashing himself on her. The careful control he usually held over himself disappeared the second she tried to stop him from entering the store. Even now, his eyes kept straying to the door. He desperately wanted to turn and walk through that door. It was a need he didn't understand and could barely control.
"Damon stops!" Moni said when she saw him start to turn, taking an involuntary step towards the store. She flinched at the glare he directed at her but ploughed on: "We need to go in there with a plan, not just barrel in gung-ho. What is wrong with you?" she asked when he tried to turn away again, his eyes fixed on the door. Was he even listening to her?
"Moni, I need to get in there," Damon said desperately. The longer they stood outside, the more his instincts drove him. It was like a physical pull now, his entire being screaming at him to get into the store by any means necessary. He didn't even realize he was moving as he spun around and grabbed the handle, yanking the door open and stepping into the threshold before she could stop him.
Yuri franziu a testa e disse:- É sobre a restauração do Palácio da Pena. Estou planejando fazer com que a Barbosa & Guimarães e a ARX Brasil, uma subsidiária do Grupo Garcia, concorram no leilãolicitação, mas Sandro é contra.A Barbosa & Guimarães foi um presente de Yuri para Lavínia após sua formatura, mas, nos últimos anos, não apresentou nenhum desenvolvimento significativo.O Grupo Mendes, que não se enriqueceu através da construção, via a existência desse estúdio como um alvo para alguns acionistas que desejavam eliminá-lo.Os três projetos arquitetônicos que surpreenderam o país e o exterior, ela os conquistou secretamente e todos foram entregues a Marcelo, do Grupo Garcia.Agora, refletindo, ela se considerava tola!Com o desenvolvimento estagnado da Barbosa & Guimarães, Lavínia sentia que a responsabilidade era toda sua.- Sandro é contra porque acha que o Grupo Garcia é o grande nome da arquitetura e que a Barbosa & Guimarães não tem capacidade de competir, envergonhando o Gr
"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
"It isn't like that" Moni growled, having to reign herself in at the sneer on the woman's face as she watched Damon "he didn't just decide Clary wasn't good enough, it is against our organization law to mate a mixed blood, you don't know the consequences. Thank the God it doesn't happen that often, not that that helps Damon" she said as she watched her best friend. It was going to hurt when he had to let go. "Your organization obviously needs to talk more," May said, turning to Moni with a curious look on her face, consequences? "It happens a lot more often than you think. You think this is something unique? That he is the first one to find out his mate is a mixed blood? Trust me, I've seen it before, it doesn't happen that often? That would be funny if it wasn't so sad" she said, smirking at the surprised look on Moni face. Originals! They think they know everything.Moni stared at May, what was she talking about? Of course, it was a rare occurrence! if Originals had been mating mixe
Damon eyes darted around, searching for a bucket or a bowl, anything for his Omeg... for Clary to be sick in, he smiled gratefully when Adira waved her hand and produced a bucket, handing it to him where he knelt on the floor in front of the Alpha. He took the glass from Clary and shoved the bucket under her face just in time and started rubbing soothing circles into Clary back as he clutched the bucket to her, his eyes slamming closed just at that small contact.Moni pulled Adira away from the pair, both of them watching as Damon removed the bucket and used the hem of his shirt to wipe Clary mouth. "I need your number; we have discovered a few things over the last few days that Clary needs to be aware of. We need to be able to contact you to arrange a meeting" she said as she watched Clary slump into Damon arms when her stomach was empty."So, Damon is just going to leave her, again?" Adira asked, watching Damon brush his fingers through her sister's hair, she just didn't get it! "How