Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 108- Something Wrong With My Drink

Chapter 108: Chapter 108- Something Wrong With My Drink

Damon’s pov

The night had stretched on longer than I’d expected. I had only come here to share a drink with Daniel and the ’ chick.’ he had brought for me and I was out here clear my mind after the discussion with Daniel, but now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

The woman had been staring at me, been around me too much, her smile too sweet, her words too formal. She was enough, sure, for the companion I needed but something about the way she looked at me made my skin tight. She kept leaning in, her laughter loud-pitched and far too eager, touching my arm further than was necessary.

She was just too comfortable like she had been hear a hundred times. Sometimes she could lean in so close that I could see her breasts straining to be set free.

I wasn’t sure if Daniel understood what companion meant, I didn’t say I needed a call girl or a stripper.

She touched my arms seductively too and laughed even when I didn’t say anything too funny.

I sighed. I need space. I don’t like women like this and I was thinking of ways of dismissing her.

I needed to breathe, and I needed some distance.

I walked across the room to take a call, not that I expected anything important, just a quick check- heft with the pack. But when I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit the dial tone, my mind wasn’t on the call. It was on her. The woman.

What the hell was her name again?

I couldn’t remember

I was halfway through the discussion when something caught my attention a shift in the air, like an unforeseen temperature drop. I looked around the room, surveying the bar, trying to push the apprehension down. My thoughts kept circling back to her, the way she kept looking at me, her smile just a little too sharp.

When the call ended, I turned back to the table.

She was still there, waiting for me. But something had changed. The air between us felt thicker now. I felt a headache starting at the back of my head, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. My vision swam just a little — nothing too hard, but enough to make me break.

I walked back to my seat sluggishly, trying to shake the sense of apprehension that had settled in my chest. She greeted me with another one of her sweet smiles, but now, I noticed something different in her eyes something that wasn’t as innocent as it sounded.

She had refilled my drink.

I hadn’t asked for another. I hadn’t even finished the first one.

" Are you sure you’re okay? " she asked, her voice dropping low as she slid into the seat next to me. " You feel a little out. "

I didn’t remember telling her to help me but something felt off.

The further I think about it, the further I could

n’t ignore the troubling feeling crawling up my chin.

Something was wrong.

" Yeah, I’m OK, " I said, forcing a smile. My hand reached out for the drink without really thinking about it. It wasn’t the cold of the room. It wasn’t even the damn headache that was sluggishly coming through. It was something else— something that wasn’t right.

I wondered why Daniel brought her here.

I took a sip and felt like slipping off, like I wanted to fall asleep and worst my drink tasted kind of different.

I had no idea how important time had passed, but I set the drink down instantly, nearly knocking it over.

" Excuse me for a moment, " I said, trying to sound normal, but the words felt too thick in my mouth.

I stood up and walked toward the bar. The room seemed to spin a little as I moved, the light fluttering in the corner of my eyes My legs were unsteady under me, as if my body was just a little too disconnected from my mind.

Was this the same drink I had left or was it different?

The lights overhead seem so much bigger and brighter now.

"Alpha Damon, you don’t look fine."

I swallowed hard.

"I’m cool."

She didn’t feel concerned but pretended to be.

" I’m sorry, " she said sweetly, her voice honeyed and smooth, " I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. "

She was lying. I could see it in her eyes, the way she was trying to mask her real intentions. But whatever she had done to my drink was starting to protest, and it was making it hard for me to concentrate.

" I think I need some fresh air, " I murmured, my voice thick. " I’ll be right back. "

She didn’t try to stop me as I turned away, my feet feeling heavy like I was walking through snow.

I was suddenly feeling so funny and dizzy all at once. I was even feeling so hot and my throat was parched like I needed something cold.

"I’ll be back."

"Alpha —" she purred.

But I was outside before she could even finish her sentence.

I leaned against the l wall of the packhouse, forcing my mind to concentrate. My heart was hammering, my heart forging in my chest. But it wasn’t just the physical response. Something else — something more terrifying — was telling me that this wasn’t about the alcohol

She’d done something to me. I was sure of it.

Had she added something to my drink?

The question was Why? What did she want? This was more than the companionship I wanted

The further I think about it, the further questions pile up. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up, my senses alert to anything around me.

My brain began to go around and different thoughts fought in my head until I blinked rapidly.

My drink tastes funny and I was not only feeling dizzy but kind of horny. Haven’t felt like this before.

Damn.

No, I shook my head. Trixie did nothing to my drink

* Why does something feel off? *