Damon looked at Marcy who licked her lips in anticipation of a kiss that was not coming.
"Your scent is not right.", he said.
Marcy's scent was heavy, reminding him of sweetened coconut that stayed in a sealed bag for too long. For some inexplicable reason, Damon expected a much lighter scent, sweet and citrusy, a scent that was more pleasing than the freesia his mother used to plant.
In reality, Marcy was an attractive young woman with curves in all the right places, obviously offering herself to him, and regardless of what were her motives, he should pounce on her right then and there; it wouldn't be the first time for Damon to take advantage of a woman in such a situation. Yet, Damon found himself repulsed at the idea of being intimate with Marcy.
Damon observed her unblemished skin, silky blonde hair, and meticulous makeup that was just enough to accentuate her light blue eyes and full lips… nothing about Marcy was really wrong, yet nothing was right either.
Marcy's eyes widened at the sight of Damon frowning. Did he say that she smells bad?
"I showered before dinner.", Marcy blurted out. She really did. But then she understood that something else might be off. Just how for Marcy George's scent was better than any other, if Talia was Damon's mate, no other scent would compare to Talia's. At least not until Damon rejects the annoying assistant.
"Are you thinking about Talia?"
"Talia?" The name on his lips sounded oddly familiar like he said it many times before.
Marcy hummed in confirmation. "Talia, your assistant. You shouldn't bother with that nobody. Once you mark me, you will forget about her completely."
"You think I need to mark you in order to forget about my assistant?" What a strange thing to say, Damon thought.
Marcy giggled, feeling that his words confirmed how Talia was not Damon's mate and that Talia was not important. "Of course not. It's just that she has an unhealthy attachment to you. Once I become your Luna…"
"Alpha Damon!", a stern voice came from the side and Marcy's insides jolted when she realized that it was George. Why was he here?
George frowned at the point that Marcy was holding Damon's arm. "It seems you are bolder, princess Marcy.", George said ominously. "I wonder what Alpha Damon will say if he knew what happened on the way here…"
Marcy let go of Damon's arm, like she burned herself. She knew very well what George wanted to say. What was with that smug smirk that she could see clearly in the darkness? Was George blackmailing her? It definitely looked like it.
"Damon", George called without his title. "Why are you allowing Marcy to stick to you?"
Damon sneered. On top of this confusion, George came here to tell him what to do. Was everyone trying to manipulate him? "What is it to you?"
"When I told you that Dawn is my second chance mate, you told me to treat her well otherwise Talia will be upset. It seems to me that you forgot about who is important because you are set on breaking Talia's heart."
Damon blinked. Somehow, the fact that Dawn was George's second chance mate was important, but Damon was not sure why. And here was George again, talking about Talia. His headache increased.
"Let's leave this talk for the morning. I had a busy day and I still have things to do…", Damon mumbled this last part and walked into the packhouse.
Marcy was about to go after Damon, but George extended his arm, blocking her way.
"Why are you meddling? Don't you have that Omega to entertain you, or did you already get bored of her? Go, find another one and leave me alone!", Marcy hissed at George, and then she remembered what George said before. "That Omega is your second chance mate?"
"Her name is Dawn.", George said. "I suggest you don't provoke me or her because you will realize that Dawn is more than just an Omega."
Marcy snorted and she made a wide curve to walk past George into the packhouse, but she froze when George spoke again.
"How is your wolf, Marcy? I wonder if Damon will choose a Luna who lost her wolf."
"It's none of your business!", Marcy hissed.
"True. It's not mine, but I think it's Alpha Damon's. How about we go after him and see how he takes this news." George walked closer and smiled maliciously while talking in a low voice, "Or will he be more upset to find out that the woman who is picturing herself as a perfect Luna is not only wolf less, but she also gave herself to another man in his packhouse, right under his nose."
Marcy gritted her teeth so hard that it felt like they were about to crack. "What do you want?"
"Know your place, Marcy. Or I will show it to you."
Marcy exhaled irritably. "You have your mate. I won't tell my father that you are an Alpha. Can you just let me be?"
Georg's expression darkened. "Don't think that you have something on me. If you spread that shit around, everyone will know that I was your first mate, and that rejection of that bond killed your wolf right after you gave your body to me. Think about who will suffer more between the two of us but be certain that I won't go down without dragging you with me."
"What will your mate say if she…"
"She knows.", George deadpanned. "My mate knows everything." He enjoyed Marcy's sour expression. "You see, Marcy, mates don't manipulate each other. No secrets. No games. Just accepting that we were meant to be together. If the Moon Goddess shows pity and gives you a second chance mate, try not rejecting the poor bastard before you figure out who he is."
Marcy's face was contorted into an ugly grimace as she glared at George's retreating back. And she didn't miss the scene of Dawn standing on the terrace and hugging George as soon as he got close.
Marcy wanted to go into the packhouse after Damon, or maybe into her room, but George and Dawn were right there, hugging, and Marcy didn't want to get close to them, so she ended up standing in the garden stupidly.
"Are you OK?", Dawn asked George while inspecting his face anxiously.
George smiled and planted a kiss on Dawn's forehead. "We are fine, Dawn. She is a nobody. I wish I knew that earlier. Then I would accept her rejection right away and come here to find you."
Dawn's lips lifted into a smile as relief washed over her. She could feel that George's emotions were unstable as he spoke to Marcy, but it was not longing. He was angry and upset and Dawn was happy that all negativity disappeared the moment Dawn entered his visual range.
This little episode confirmed to Dawn that George was hers and hers only.
"I love you, George…", Dawn said, and she could hear his heart beating faster.
He cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes. "You are my light, Dawn. You are my everything." And then he kissed her like he meant it.
