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Damon sat in his office reviewing a document. When Darius walked in, holding a file, your signature is needed, Darius said, placing the file on Damon’s desk. Damon raised a brow at him, a hint of annoyance in his tone. You could have sent your beta. Samuel frowned, but didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled out the chair across from Damon and sat down. The tension between them was suffocating as they stared at each other in silence. After a moment, Damon picked up the document and began to read it carefully. Once he finished, he handed it back to Darius and returned to the paperwork in his hand. Darius stood ready to leave, but then hesitated. His eyes flickered with frustration as he turned back toward Damon. I heard you sparred with Amara this morning. He said, his tone sharp. Damon narrowed his eyes, so Darius clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his composure. How many times do I have to tell yo

Amara shook her head, her voice trembling with anger as she responded through the mind link. Are you insane? I’m not doing it. She spat with anger, but Damon’s scoff echoed sharply in her mind. Stop being scared. Damon’s voice was cold and commanding. I’m your Alpha, Amara. And as such, you’ll do as I say. Accept it now. Amara closed her eyes, fear and anger wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket. The thought of what Damon was asking her to do terrified her. And what will happen to me? she asked, her voice cracking slightly. Am I supposed to have sex with a stranger just to help you? Damon scoffed. Silly. Of course not. Damon shook his head, not believing Amara would think he would allow any man to touch her. Listen to me. My men are there, and I’m here. You’re safe. You won’t have to do anything. Just get to the man. The reassurance from Damon was enough to push Amara into accepting,

Were both of you together? Darius asked in an angry tone as he got up. He already knew the answer to his question, but he just wanted to hear it from them. I met Amara at the race and decided to drive her home. Is that a problem? Damon responded, his voice calm, obviously not bothered by Darius’s furious look. Darius glared at him as he moved closer and stood before him. Really? And you want me to believe that? Darius spat. That was what happened, Amara defended, but that made Darius groan and look her way. Holding her gaze, Amara noticed the anger in his eyes, and she swallowed with discomfort. You think I’m a fool? Darius snarled with anger. Damon scoffed. Stop this, Darius. We didn’t plan to bump into each other. And besides, I asked you to join me, but you refused. Damon said, and that only intensified Darius’s anger. He wanted to say more, but held back and just walked away

Damon stood in his room, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts swirled like a maelstrom, each one sharper and more painful than the last. Could he really go through with this? Could he pretend to love someone else just to push Amara away again? The knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see Sampson, his beta and closest confidant, leaning against the frame with a worried look on his face. About your brilliant plan, Sampson said, crossing his arms, getting a girlfriend to make Amara move on. That’s some next-level martyrdom, even for you. Damon’s lips twitched into a bitter smile. You make it sound like I’m planning my own funeral. Sampson shot back, his tone serious. Because from where I’m standing, you’re sacrificing your happiness for a guy who’s too blinded by his own insecurities to see how much you’ve already given up for him. Damon sighed

The sound of a vehicle driving into the mansion announced to Amara that her worst nightmare had just arrived. You don’t have to go downstairs. Let’s stay here, Olivia, Amara’s wolf grumbled for a moment. Amara considered it. It sounded like a good idea, but it would only make her look bad. Celine wasn’t just any guest. She was a beta’s daughter. Worse, she was dating Damon, and who knew—she might even end up as Damon’s Luna. The very thought made Amara’s chest tighten with unease, but she pushed it aside and stood up, drawing in a deep breath. She left her room and descended the stairs to the sitting room. Then, with careful steps, she headed outside, where Damon, his beta, and a few mansion staff were waiting to welcome Celine. Damon noticed Amara the moment she stepped out. His eyes met hers briefly, but he quickly looked away, as though he could ignore the ache stirring in hi