Chapter 93: Apple visitations

Damien’s POV

There are two reasons why I keep coming down here to my family’s personal torture chamber.

One is to bother the pretty omega with black hair and green eyes. Two is to bother the pretty omega with black hair and green eyes.

Those are two different things. Trust me.

"Open" I say as I stop at the door and Aria refuses to move. The woman folds her arms and cocks a brow at me.

She’s starting to act like Elias too. Very infuriating.

"I said open" I say.

"Why are you here again, Damien?" she asks and I snort.

"I don’t know, I think I like the view of depression and the sound of suffering" I say.

I’m with a tray of breakfast. It’s no one’s fucking business what I do with it, and it’s no one’s business that half of the tray’s content would end up on my face.

It’s understandable because it’s Zane. He can throw all the tantrum in the world and get away with it cause he’s pretty.

Very pretty.

"Look, I don’t like that you’re getting attached to that Winslow omega" Aria says and I sigh.

"Ari, I understand you’re being sweet and all, but you have to let me through" I tell her and she shakes her head in refusal.

"Zane was a very important member of the Winslow inner circle, I’m sure he’s a part of their dirty work" Aria says.

"Then let me find out by myself."

"You aren’t finding shit out" Aria snaps and I frown. I hate being disrespected. She knows I hate the tone she’s speaking to me with.

My alpha growls with irritation, and even though I filter most of the aggression, I still see the slight widening of Aria’s eyes.

She knows she fucked up.

I deliberately step away from the leadership role because of what I am. I might act like a simpleton most of the time, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a born alpha who has his lines.

"Careful, Aria" I say quietly and she bows her head.

"I’m just saying Zane is dangerous" she says softly, eyes on the floor and hands behind her back.

I don’t give her a verbal response. I just nod my head and jerk my chin towards the door in a silent command.

Open.

"Yes, sir" she whispers and opens the door for me to go through.

I go straight for the room where I’ve met Zane a number of times and I set the tray down, waiting for the guards to bring him in.

I brush my hair back with my fingers and fix my shirt.

The time I spend waiting for Green isn’t long. They drag the omega into the room, and he starts to glare at me the second he spots me.

I appreciate the way his cheeks are starting to fill out. He never eats his meals voluntarily, so I have been making him scream and forcing the food down his throat.

I can’t count how many times he has drawn blood by biting me during our usual fight against feeding.

He’s stubborn. He’s insane. I like him. He’s just my type. And yes, he’s my fated mate.

"Howdy, partner" I greet with a cheerful two-finger salute and he glares at me with his lips pressed together in a straight line.

Fuck, he’s so hot when he glares. If he had a gun, I bet he’d have put a bullet through my head. If he had a knife, I bet my shirt would be coated in red by now.

"Okay, we’ll do this the easy way. I’m here to feed you" I say and he stays silent.

This omega must have been part of a circus in his past life. I think he must have played a mime. He usually refuses to talk until I shake him up.

And, I do enjoy shaking him up. Maybe I enjoy it too much.

"I brought a lot of delicious stuff for you. Look at this bacon" I say, lifting the tray and taking it close to his nose.

"Take it all and shove it up your demonic ass" Zane growls.

"Oh, you have a demon-fucking kink? I’m not one, but I can fuck like one" I say with a wink and his eyelid twitches.

I like seeing him mad.

"Really, baby, let’s not fight. I came to bargain" I say and he continues to look at me with pure hate.

There’s something about the way his green eyes are tearing through me like a surgical knife.

He hates my guts, meanwhile, Careless Whisper fills my head every time I look at him. What a strange fucking world.

"Today is Noah’s birthday" I announce to him and I see the way his eyes soften instantly.

He really loves that goldilocks boy.

I really don’t give a fuck if it’s Noah’s birthday or anything. I just want to make Zane have a reason to eat, and maybe use it as a medium to apologize for calling the poor naive boy a bitch.

But I don’t care.

"Yes, it’s Noah’s birthday" Zane says softly and I lean on the table, smiling at him and the nostalgic look on his face.

"I can give you a chance to spend time with him but of course, it’s all up to you" I say casually and he places his hands on the table.

"What do you want in return?" he asks and I smile.

I know I look like a fucking maniac with how wide my smile is.

"I want you to eat" I push the tray of food forward and his expression flickers between pride, anger, and acceptance.

"And you wash up" I say, wrinkling my nose for special effect.

Going without a bath for so long makes his apple scent richer, but fuck, he smells like he hasn’t washed up in a long time.

"What do you say, Apple baby?" I ask and his eyelid twitches again.

"Okay" he says and I push the tray closer to him.

"Now, eat" I cross my legs.

Perfect.