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Chapter 64

Author: Faryal Javed
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-09 22:10:10

Damian’s vision swam. His chest heaved, lungs still tasting the heat and pheromones, brain slow to catch up. A whimper — soft, broken — tore through the haze in his skull.

“Bella…” he breathed instinctively, voice trembling, fog-laden, reaching for the hallucination that had held him. But then, the voice struck the air again, sharper this time, and his gaze cleared, just enough.

Rowan.

Only Rowan.

And the room, the smell, the marks, the bite… it all hit him at once.

Horror crashed through Damian’s body like lightning.

What he had done. What he had let happen. What he had believed was Arabella… had been Rowan. Not her. Not Arabella.

Every thought he had — the surrender, the hands, the kiss, the marking, the bond — replayed in searing clarity. His mind felt like molten metal cooling too fast, hard and jagged.

A low, guttural sound escaped his throat — a mixture of shock, shame, and a rage so deep it frightened even him. He stumbled backward, blinking at the fallen alpha in his arms.

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