Fated is overrated

Damon

a wh*re.

POV

I have never had to restrain myself and Dymo as I did this afternoon, it took everything in me to not tear them all apart. The only thing holding me back was knowing we were in the human world, and still I couldn't help but choke the b*tch when she called my sister She told me the stories of what happened in her pack, but having them in front of me and hearing that b*tch insult her was something else entirely. I was fuming for hours on end after, and I even wanted to pay that little pack a visit myself and burn the entire place down.

But my sister insisted there were good people and young children there as well. I reluctantly refrained from going, and eventually she managed to cuddle me into calming down. I don't know how she was able to remain so calm.

My sister really is a queen without trying, even though she doesn't realize it herself. I didn't tell her, and I was in complete disbelief myself, but the girl that was graveling at her feet is actually my mate.

I didn't know what to do, as she was with the gang that brutalized my sister for years.

I didn't know who she was and if she had partaken in the bullying and beating herself, so I stayed put beside Lola, and acted like I didn't notice the bond. By the end of it I could tell she was definitely not one of Lola's tormentors, so I let out a little bit of the breath I was holding.

I could tell by the look on her face that she noticed the bond. But to my surprise, she didn't say anything either. She probably thinks I am Lola's chosen mate and doesn't want to get in between us. Which shows me that she would put Lola's happiness above her own, and it works to her advantage in my opinion of her.

Although the mate pull is powerful and I would have loved nothing more than to grab her into my arms if the situation were different, I can't accept her until Lola has smoothed things over with her. Normally the mate pull prevails above all other bonds, but I have only just found my sister after so many years, and I would die before I ever let her down again in any shape or form. Lola POV

** Friday **

The last few days have been surprising, to say the least. Chris has been sending me text after text after the mall encounter, and they get weirder by the day. Zeke and Zane have been quiet.

I am unsure if that is a positive or negative sign. Are they quiet because they are ready to accept my rejection tonight, or is something else brewing? Nadia and I have been texting, and we have even met for a drink to catch up.

I wasn't planning on telling her anything personal about my life, but after she kept on sobbing and telling me how sh*t her life has been when she fell into a deep depression after I left, I decided to forgive her and tell her about my life after I left as well.

She was deeply shocked by everything I told her, she hasn't been outside Red Dagger much and thus hasn't seen much of the world out there. Needless to say, she was more than shocked when I told her I found my dragon family and that I have a dragon as well. A strange emotion flickered in her eyes when I told her that Damon was my brother, and upon pressing, she told me he was her mate. I asked why on earth neither of them said anything, and she replied she thought he was my chosen mate and didn't want to hurt me any more than she already had.

It melted away the last ice there was between us, and I can honestly say I have forgiven her. I am still wondering why Damon hasn't said anything though, but I am sure he will tell me when the time is right for him.

To speed that time up a little bit, I invited Nadia to come to the club we would be going to tonight. She was hesitant at first, but she actually smiled for the first time since meeting her again when I asked her who the hell she would have to fear with an ice dragon as her friend.

She had tears in her eyes when I called her my friend again, and it tugged at my heart to see her so broken. Hopefully, she is on the mends now.

So, tonight is the night we go clubbing. I have a sexy, black dress laid out for tonight. Even for the new me, the dress is really bold. Starting from just below my breasts, the sides of the dress are completely open, held together by criss cross strands of fabric which stop right at my hips.

Below that, the sides are completely open and revealing my naked skin. Not that the criss cross strands of fabric do any good to cover my skin though.

As the chest area is completely covered up until my neck and the fabric covering my private area drops to just above my feet, it still has a bit of a sophisticated look despite being extremely revealing.

I am a bit anxious, as well as a bit sad, as it has been a really long time since I went clubbing and it was always with Nick. I was never much of a party girl.

Nick and I only went on a few occasions, which mostly ended in me dry humping him as I get very uh, friendly, when I am intoxicated. I will probably drink more than a little tonight, to try to forget the residual pain in my chest when I think of him.

It has lessened though, the pain. I mostly smile when I think of him now. Although clubbing could be a trigger point again, so I intend to get sh*tfaced drunk tonight.