Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 109- Another Plan

Chapter 109: Chapter 109- Another Plan

Damon’s pov

"I’ll be back," I said to Trixie as my phone began to ring again but it was just a message from one of the palace guards and wasn’t too important.

Something about the drink and about everything happening feels different tonight. I’m not sure what it is. The lights were too bright, the room was too noisy and the drink felt heavier than usual in my stomach. But the uneasiness that was slowly burning up my spine was too much for me to bear.

I head back to the bar hoping to numb the emotion. But my mind was racing like a puzzle I couldn’t seem to put together.

But I stopped in my tracks

I heard her voice at that moment. Trixie. Standing in the far corner of the room with her phone pressed to her ear.

But there’s something strange about her tone.

Her words made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Her voice was sharp but low: "What should I do next? Alpha Damon is nearly down."

My body went cold. I don’t even have to think about it. My name but the manner in which she said it was as if I’m some sort. Target.

She mentioned my name again and I wondered what was up and who she was speaking with, I was hit harder than I expected by the words.

Nearly down? What in the world does that mean and why does she seem to be waiting for something to happen?

The room seems smaller all of a sudden as my thoughts spiral. Now it was just background hum and noise.

Everything around me feels more tense as if the room has turned into a trap. My mouth feels poisoned by the drink I was supposed to enjoy.

With this feeling tearing at me I couldn’t just stand here. I was trying to piece together anything that made sense as my mind raced.

Trying to maintain my distance I back off a step and move into the shadows. It was an instinctive desire to observe and hide. To hear. I didn’t like that something was wrong.

I took a quick glance in her direction. I could see her eyes dart around the room taking in the bar even though her back is still turned. Right now she wasn’t searching for me, just making sure no one heard her.

I sensed her awareness though as if she was fully aware of my location.

Trying to hear the remainder of the conversation I strained my ears but the music was too loud.

Even though I could hardly hear what she was going to say next.

" The drink will just last for a moment and that will enable me to do what I have to do."

A pause.

"Yes, I know but you know I still need my balance."

Another pause.

"Then I’ll leave it all for you to carry out the rest."

You?

Carry out the rest?

Who was she speaking to?

My heart was pounding I resisted the urge to confront her. I would not cause a scene. No, not here. No, not right now. I must think. I steadied myself with a slow breath and began to move away from her but my gaze never leaves her figure as I move to the other side of the room.

Something about her demeanor and the way she speaks as though she is untouchable and unconcerned makes me feel as though her energy is tugging at me. I could approach her now and ask for answers. But I don’t think I should do that now.

I had to be extremely careful

I knew that as a slut, sbr could be smart and all that and if I confront her, she would smile that cunning little smile of hers that gives the impression that everything is fine.

No, I can’t confront her now

Not yet.

Keep your cool. I said to myself

That’s the plan. Watch. Listen. The pieces will come together. I needed a more peaceful area close to the exit, out of sight but still close enough to watch her. My uneasiness persists.

Who was she speaking with?

Was this some kind of plan for Jill and me or what?

And Daniel. Where had he gone to and left me alone with this strange woman?

At first, I thought she was all slutty and wanted us to spend the night together or instead crawl her way up to my heart and make her my concubine but now as I stood there listening I knew that it was way more than that.

Something else, something more sinister was playing and I knew that I was in great danger something I couldn’t possibly escape from and it made me kind of paranoid.

And it gives the impression that everything is wrong and that the walls are closing in. I looked around to get a sense of who was around me. Nobody else appears to be aware.

Not even the guards.

It appeared that nobody else was aware that something was amiss. They might simply be too preoccupied with the security of the packhouse.

I turned to face Trixie. She continued to speak. Still waiting for a move from someone or something. Then it dawned on me. It is not her who is in charge. No, she was merely serving as the messenger much like a chessboard piece. Who is actually behind the scenes though? Who is pulling the strings? Who is planning all of this? As I struggle to maintain a neutral expression I can feel the tension in my jaw.

The answer, the truth was slipping away every second just out of reach. But I will not let this go No not yet. Never. Taking another deep breath, I turned away and headed for the door. I needed time to reflect and to get my thoughts straight. I don’t want to face her without any supporting evidence. But this. We’re not done yet. I am aware of it.

I have something up my sleeves.