Damien’s eyes didn’t leave Veyra as she stood across from him, her posture rigid, her fists clenching unconsciously at her sides. The faint sunlight filtering through the office windows highlighted the subtle tension coiling in her shoulders. She swallowed nervously, her throat dry, and her pulse quickened under his unwavering gaze.“Your eyes changed, in the dining hall,” Damien said softly, almost as if reading her very thoughts.Veyra tensed instantly, her chest tightening. Her wolf growled low in her mind, warning her to retreat, yet she could not avert her gaze.Damien stepped closer, his presence commanding yet calm. He didn’t let her answer. “You found your mate,” he continued, his voice low, carrying that undeniable edge of authority that always made her heart skip. “And I’m guessing it’s either the Silvermoon General or the son. I’ll take a bet based on how you looked at him it’s th
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