LOGINWhat is the meaning of this? Darius, get your hands off me! Damon yelled, but Darius grunted and held on to Damon’s shirt tightly. Tell me, Damon, why did you go over to the pack hospital?
Darius asked with rage. His eyes filled with anger. Damon raised a brow at his brother's question. Excuse me? Why I went to the hospital? What kind of question is that? Damon snapped back, which only made Darius angrier. Don't play games with me, Damon. I know you went there because of Amara. You knew she works there, right? Why can't you stay away from her? Amara is mine now—we are dating. Darius spat in anger, and that made Damon’s wolf howl loudly in his head. Damon, who was already losing his cool, forcefully removed Darius’ grip from his shirt. And then stepped back as he straightened his shirt, glaring at Darius, who was panting heavily with anger. Listen, Darius, I'm the Alpha of this pack. And I can be wherever I waAre you nervous? Darius asked, when he noticed Amara hesitating. Amara, who was so nervous, swallowed hard, but shook her head and zipped down the zipper. Afterward, Darius helped her take down his jeans, leaving him in his black underwear. Her eyes drifted down, lingering on the bulge pressing against the fabric. Go ahead. Take it out. Darius said. His voice steady, but his gaze intense. Amara’s heart raced, but she moved her trembling hand to the waistband of his underwear. She hesitated for a moment, then held the waistband and pulled it down. Her eyes interlocking with Darius’ as she couldn't look down. Look down, Darius gestured, and Amara nervously licked her lips as she slowly looked downwards to catch a glimpse of Darius’ hardened shaft. Oh my— Amara gasped, immediately turning away, her cheeks flushed. The image replayed in her mind, vivid and startling. Darius smirked, amused by her
Everything in Amara was screaming at her to pull away, to turn, and never look back. Yet, her feet felt rooted to the ground. Her heart racing fast. With each second, Darius, who was staring right into her eyes and seeing the conflicting emotions inside her, didn't wait for her to decide. Instead, he reached for her left hand. Feeling her shiver under his touch. Don't worry, Amara, this is nothing. I'm just teaching you. Okay. Darius assured her coolly, and Amara swallowed hard and nodded. He took her trembling hand and guided her back to his room. At the edge of the bed, he positioned himself before her, releasing her hand, but keeping their eyes locked. Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt, and Amara’s gaze followed, drawn by the movement. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing a smooth, sculpted chest. She swallowed, her breath hitching as she took in his bare skin. He looked so
What is the meaning of this? Darius, get your hands off me! Damon yelled, but Darius grunted and held on to Damon’s shirt tightly. Tell me, Damon, why did you go over to the pack hospital? Darius asked with rage. His eyes filled with anger. Damon raised a brow at his brother's question. Excuse me? Why I went to the hospital? What kind of question is that? Damon snapped back, which only made Darius angrier. Don't play games with me, Damon. I know you went there because of Amara. You knew she works there, right? Why can't you stay away from her? Amara is mine now—we are dating. Darius spat in anger, and that made Damon’s wolf howl loudly in his head. Damon, who was already losing his cool, forcefully removed Darius’ grip from his shirt. And then stepped back as he straightened his shirt, glaring at Darius, who was panting heavily with anger. Listen, Darius, I'm the Alpha of this pack. And I can be wherever I wa
Don't you dare Damon? Amara spat, her face flushed with both anger and lingering desire for him. You don't get to treat me like that, like you can just do whatever you want because you feel possessive. Damon’s cheek stung, and his pride took an even bigger hit. He sat back in his seat, breathing hard, a mixture of shame and frustration flickering in his eyes. He hadn't meant to go that far. He hadn't meant to touch her. But he had been overcome by jealousy and that fierce, primal need to claim her as his own. Her slap was a reminder that he had crossed the line. Amara, panting heavily, glared at Damon. I'm not some toy you can just take when it suits you. Damon, you made your choice. Remember that. I'm with Darius now. He swallowed hard, pain and regret settling in. The silence between them was thick and suffocating. Finally, she looked away, reaching for the door handle again.
Mate. Damon’s wolf howled loudly in his head, startling him. Amara is here, he asked, in disbelief. His eyes scanning the crowd eagerly. Then his gaze settled on her dancing on the dance floor. For a moment, she didn't seem to notice him watching, but as soon as she did, she turned in his direction and locked eyes with him. His brow furrowed as he wondered why she was in such a place. What was she doing in a BDSM club? He could see the shocked look on her face, obviously just like him. She wasn't expecting to see him there. He hadn't been himself since he left the hospital, haunted by the things he'd said to her. He'd come here for a distraction, but instead, there she was, the one person he was avoiding. Their eyes interlocked for a moment, but suddenly a man came over to Amara and asked for a dance. Damon thought she was going to reject him, but Amara gave the man a charming look before nodding.
Amara’s heart dropped. She had never expected him to say those words. She swallowed hard, trying to mask her hurt with a blank look. I, I didn't think there was a need to rush. After all, you seemed perfectly content pretending I don't exist. Damon’s jaw tightened, a glint of frustration crossing his face. This isn't about pretending. It's about moving on. Neither of us wants this bond, so why keep holding on to something that's not there? You're now dating my brother, and you seem happy with him. So let's reject each other. Damon said through clenched teeth, trying hard to mask his pain. Amara looked away, swallowing her pain. Maybe it's easier for you, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But it wasn't always nothing to me. Damon, I have loved you ever since we were children, and I thought the feelings were mutual. What happened? Amara burst out, tears filling her eyes, threatening to







