FAZER LOGINDamon’s POV:
Now it made sense.
I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her.
Her pheromones were too potent.
Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed the
Ophelia’s POV:The world had frozen.
— Four years ago —Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya’s POV:I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.
Ophelia’s POV:I had signed the divorce papers.
Damon’s POV:“I’m not your property.”
Damon’s POV:Damn it. I knew I’d misspoken the moment the words left my mouth. But even as the regret flared, I couldn't reel it back in. The red mist of possessiveness was too much, the taste of my own jealousy too bitter to swallow.







