No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep; every time I closed my eyes, I felt him watching me. Kristen's scent clung to the edges of my mind, like smoke I couldn't breathe out. His voice, low, commanding, and infuriatingly calm, echoed in my chest when the world became silent. I shoved the pillow over my head, but it did nothing to quell the bond tugging at my chest, relentlessly pulling me towards him, with him, with a strength I have never known. Which kind of surprised me more; this was unlike anything I have experienced with Damon.When I was bound to Damon, the mate pull was strong, yes, but I could resist it if I fought hard enough. I could occupy my mind, busy myself with duties, or bury the ache beneath layers of determination, but this, what I was feeling right now, was different on all levels. Kristen has rooted his scent deep into my very soul. And that terrified me. I couldn't eat without thinking of him; I can't breathe without tasting the phantom of his scent.
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