Chapter 48:Damon’s POVThe moment my finger, stained with sacred wolf blood, touched the mark on Ciara’s forehead, right over Daryl’s claim, the entire Pack gasped. But I didn’t care. I took a second to admire what I’d done. My mark looked better on her...more right.I slowly looked around, taking in the stunned faces. Eyes were wide, jaws slack. Across the platform, Inaya’s earlier smile had vanished, replaced by hurt and disbelief. Seraphina stood still, arms folded, watching quietly.Then my father, King Donovan, shot up from his throne. My mother remained seated, frowning."What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, eyes darting between Ciara and me. “What in the moon goddess' name are you doing?”Wasn’t the right question what I had done? I’d marked my mate...Ciara. What other meaning could there be? That was all that mattered.I turned to her, taking in her wide eyes and parted lips. Even stunned, she looked breathtaking. I glanced at Daryl. His frown deepened, and I could prac
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