AlinaI gave him a look—one of those unimpressed, brow-raised, slow-blinking kinds of looks—and muttered, “You can’t be serious.”He just smirked, completely unaffected, lounging like a damn king. “Why not? You act like it’s a crime to want my mate.”I crossed my arms. “There’s a bed for that, you know. A big, soft, comfortable bed. Not here. Not like this. And after what happened the last time—”Damian raised an eyebrow. “Ah. So we’re still living in the past?”“I’m living in reality, Damian,” I shot back, my voice sharp. “Reality, where we nearly broke the headboard and I had to walk funny for two days.”He laughed then—an actual laugh, full-throated and warm—and damn it, I hated how my stomach fluttered when he did that. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his dimples betrayed the wolf underneath who liked to charm his way out of anything.“What’s so funny?” I asked warily.“You,” he said, motioning me over with a single, lazy finger. “You’re always so wound up. Come here.”I did
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