A few days later, my spirit was forced to trail Damon's, a helpless spectator as he carried Chloe into his private Alpha's domain.It was a sacred space that even I, his fated mate, had never been allowed to enter.The scratches on Chloe's face had completely healed, without even a scar.She leaned delicately against Damon's chest, her voice cloyingly sweet. "Damon, I'm still a little scared. What if those Rogues come back?""Don't be afraid. I'll protect you," Damon said, stroking her hair. "From now on, you'll live in my domain. It's the safest place."My spirit trembled nearby, unable to make a sound.That was supposed to be my place.Later that night, an unsettling feeling gnawed at Damon. The mate bond, which should have been thrumming with Elena's anger or desperation, was eerily silent. It was a void, a cold nothingness he had never felt before. An instinct, ancient and primal, told him to go back to the forest, to the spot where she had fallen. He needed to see for himself.
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