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(Damien’s POV)"Because I had all the time in the world to prove her wrong."And I would.Because Sofia could pretend all she wanted. Pretend that my possessiveness annoyed her. Pretend that my need to take care of her was too much.But the way her pulse raced when I touched her? The way her body melted into mine when I held her?She wasn’t fooling anyone.Especially not me.After making sure she had eaten and was comfortable, I finally stood.Sofia raised a brow. “Where are you going?”I smirked, grabbing my keys. “Relax. I’m just dropping some things off at home. I’ll be back in an hour.”Her lips pressed into a thin line. “You better be.”I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Try not to miss me too much, sweetheart.”She rolled her eyes, but I saw the small smile she tried to hide.I noticed everything.With one last glance, I
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(Damien’s POV) Sofia was finally home. But the storm inside me hadn’t settled. I had spent days watching her in that hospital bed, helpless and unmoving. Days tracking a ghost, chasing a traitor who slipped through my fingers before I could rip him apart. And now that she was here, in my arms, warm and alive— I wasn’t letting her go. She sat curled up against me on the couch, her silver eyes soft but searching. She must have noticed the tension in my body, the way my fingers traced slow, repetitive patterns against her skin like I was grounding myself. She reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Something’s on your mind.” I exhaled, tightening my grip around her. “A lot of things.” She tilted her head. “Tell me.” I hesitated. Not because I wanted to keep things from her—I never kept things from her.But because I hated the feeling that came with saying it out loud. That I had failed.But she was looking at me the way she always did—like she saw str
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(Damien’s POV)The next morning, Sofia woke up before me.I felt it the moment she stirred, her warmth shifting slightly against my chest. My eyes were still closed, but my grip around her waist tightened instinctively, keeping her from moving too far.“Damien,” she whispered.I hummed, not letting go.“You’re awake, aren’t you?”“Barely.”She sighed, trying to wiggle free. “I need to get up.”“No, you don’t.”“Damien.”I opened one eye, smirking at the frustration on her face. “Yes, sweetheart?”“You’re not going to keep me in bed all day.”I shifted slightly, rolling her beneath me with ease. “I could.”Her breath hitched, but she lifted a brow. “You wouldn’t.”I leaned down, brushing my lips over her jaw. “You don’t sound so sure.”She shoved at my chest, laughing. “Let me up!”I sighed dramatically, but moved off her. “Fine.”She stretched her arms, silver eyes still hazy from sleep. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”I watched her carefully. “How do you feel?”“A little sore, but fine.”
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(Damien’s POV)Sofia stretched in my arms, her body warm against mine as the morning sun filtered through the windows. She sighed, pressing her face against my chest.“You’re staring again,” she murmured.I smirked. “Observing.”She peeked up at me, silver eyes soft with sleep. “Still acting like I’m going to disappear?”I ran my fingers down her spine, slow and deliberate. “Not taking any chances.”She smiled against my skin. “You really are impossible.”“And yet, you keep waking up next to me.”She let out a soft laugh. “Because you won’t let me go.”I rolled her onto her back, hovering over her. “Exactly.”Her breath hitched as my lips brushed her jaw. “And what are we doing today?”I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want.”She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Are you saying you’ll let me decide?”“For once.”She grinned. “I want a perfect day.”I smirked. “Sweetheart, every day with me is perfect.”She shoved at my chest, laughing. “You’re ridiculou
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(Damien’s POV) I stepped into my office, and the energy in the room shifted. It had been days since I’d been here—days since I cared about anything outside of Sofia. But now, the weight of the pack, the business, and the unfinished hunt for Tade settled back onto my shoulders. Ethan leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Look who finally decided to show up.” I tossed my jacket over the chair. “Shut up.” He smirked. “I was starting to think you quit.” I sat down, exhaling. “Not yet.” Jaxon, my head enforcer, stepped forward. “We’ve got updates.” I met his gaze. “On what?” “Everything.” I gestured. “Then start talking.” The Pack Updates Jaxon pulled out a tablet, swiping through reports. “Business-wise, we’ve been handling things. No major disruptions.” I nodded. “And pack matters?” Ethan sat on the desk. “Minor territorial disputes, nothing serious. A few rogues tried to slip through our borders, but we handled it.” I arched a brow. “Handled it?” Jaxon s
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(Damien’s POV)The name The Broker hung in the air like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I sat in my office, fingers tapping against the desk, my mind racing.Tade had been nothing but a pawn—a disposable piece in someone else’s game. Someone who had enough power, connections, and intelligence to orchestrate an attack on my mate without leaving a trace.That wasn’t random. That was intentional.And I wanted names.Ethan walked in, dropping a file onto my desk. “Still thinking about it?”I didn’t look up. “I don’t think. I act.”He sighed. “And yet, The Broker is still out there.”I exhaled sharply, opening the file. “Tell me you have something.”Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “We put pressure on every contact we have. Nothing.”I clenched my jaw. “That’s not an answer I like.”Ethan ran a hand through his hair. “Whoever this Broker is, they’re good at staying hidden. We don’t even have a real name.”I exhaled through my nose. “Then we find one.”Jaxon smirked. “You say th
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(Damien’s POV)The plan was simple.Make enough noise, and The Broker would come to us.I had spent years building my empire—both in business and within the pack. I knew how the underground world worked. Money, power, and secrets were its currency. And if The Broker was truly the best in the business, then he wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity we were dangling in front of him.I sat in my office, staring at the computer screen as Ethan finished setting the bait. The fake deal we were leaking wasn’t just any transaction—it was personal.A supposed power shift in our pack, one that would make me vulnerable. It was a lie, of course. But to an information broker, it would look like an opportunity too big to ignore.Jaxon paced near the window. “Think he’ll take it?”I smirked. “He doesn’t have a choice.”Ethan exhaled. “And if he’s smarter than we think?”I leaned back. “Then we adapt.”Jaxon stopped pacing. “Or we burn everything down until he has to show himself.”I grinned. “Th
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(Damien’s POV)The Broker had given me a choice.Pay his price or walk away with nothing.But I never played by other people’s rules.So instead of waiting, I found what I needed on my own.And now, the man who poisoned Sofia lay at my feet, blood pooling around his body, his eyes lifeless.His last moments had been full of fear. I made sure of it.Jaxon wiped his knife on his jeans, exhaling. “Well. That was satisfying.”Ethan nudged the body with his boot. “Took long enough to find him.”I remained silent, staring at the corpse.It wasn’t enough.Because this man? He was just another pawn.But at least now, I had one less obstacle between me and the real enemy.“Burn it,” I said finally, standing.Jaxon grinned. “Gladly.”Ethan shot me a look. “We should be careful. People are going to ask questions.”I smirked. “Let them.”---I thought it was over.I thought I could go home to Sofia, hold her, finally breathe.But barely a day later—the police showed up.---The knock on my office
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