Chapter 40

DAMON

I groaned and was about to stretch when I felt someone move beside me.

"I'm starting to think you love being in my arms," I murmured, staring down at her sleepy face. She groaned, turned to me, and I kissed her.

"Why did you do that? I haven't brushed my teeth yet," she complained. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm your husband; I don't need permission to kiss you. Why are you in my room? How did I even get here?" I asked. She blinked, placed her hand on my stomach, then slid it down to the seam of my pants. The look in her eyes made me groan.

"Clara…"

"I didn't expect you to finish all the food, but it meant a lot to me, thank you," she murmured. Before I could respond, she reached into my pants and grabbed my cock.

I hissed, biting my lip as I watched her. Her thumb stroked my tip. "What I want to know is why you reacted like that," I muttered through clenched teeth, groaning when she tugged. "Fuck this woman!"

"Would you rather I talk with my mouth or suck with my mouth?" she asked. I groaned.

"Fucking get on your knees and swallow my cum, woman," I muttered. She grinned, but a knock sounded at the door.

"If you want to live, leave!" I boomed, slamming my lips onto Clara's. I needed to be inside her.

Another knock.

"I need to talk to you, son. It's important," my father said. I groaned.

"It's okay, I'll wait," Clara murmured. I kissed her again.

"Be naked and ready for me," I muttered, reluctantly climbing out of bed. Shirtless, I went to the door.

"What do you want?" I asked. My father rolled his eyes.

"Good morning, son. Good morning, Clara," he greeted. I turned to see Clara's reddened face before she turned away. "We have important issues to attend to. Put on a shirt and come with me."

I sighed. "Can't you see I'm busy with my wife? You don't see me barging into your room when you're with Mom…" I grimaced. "It's about becoming Alpha King, Damon. I'm ready to retire and explore the world with your mother, so I'm offering you the title."

My eyes widened. "What?" I muttered, turning to find Clara frowning.

I sat silently in my father's office as he argued with my relatives and the council.

"He isn't ready," an uncle said. My father sighed. "I know, that's why I'm not making him Alpha King immediately. Maybe after two months…"

"I'm not ready to be Alpha King. Not now, not even after a year," I interrupted. They paused, shocked.

"What? Why?" my father asked. I pursed my lips. How do I tell him I'm not ready to give Clara up?

"Because I'm not ready yet, Father. I still need training," I muttered. He sighed.

"But Damon…"

"Don't impose this on me, Father. I'll become Alpha King when I'm ready," I said. He sighed. "Very well, if that's what you want."

Clara and I were in a good place, and I wasn't ready to let go. I excused myself and rushed home, but Clara wasn't there.

I searched everywhere, then mind-linked Luca: [Luca, where is my wife?]

[She just left for work. I thought she told you?] he replied.

"Shit!" I muttered, hurrying to shower and get ready. Luca was waiting.

"What happened?" he asked as we left.

"Take me to my wife," I muttered. We sped to Clara's workplace, NôvelDrama.Org.

Before Luca finished his sentence, I was already inside the bakery, finding my wife behind the counter. She tensed, but didn't look up.

I walked toward her, ignoring the stares and murmurs. I stopped her manager from approaching.

"Look at me," I ordered. She slowly raised her head.

"You can't come to my workplace like…"

"You left the bed. You said you'd wait," I said. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed.

"Damon, we can talk at home," she said. I nodded. "We're going home then." I took her hand, pulling her from behind the counter.

"Let go of me! I'm not going anywhere with you!" she screamed, yanking her hand away.

"Go home. We'll talk when I'm off work," she said, turning to leave. I slammed my fist on the nearby table. People scattered.

"If you don't talk to me, I'll shut this place down," I muttered. She turned.

"What do you want from me?!" she demanded. I scoffed.

"I want you to talk to me, dammit! Is it because of what my father said? I didn't accept it." Her eyes widened, then she scoffed.

"That doesn't concern me," she muttered. I pulled her close, placing my forehead against hers.

"Stop acting this way, Clara. I don't understand," I murmured.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. I sighed.

"You're going to be the death of me, little devil. Let's go home and finish what we started."