Amara took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. I believe we need to talk, Damon, she said, her voice firm, though her wolf was howling relentlessly. Urging her to close the distance between them, to feel his touch. The mate bond was pulling her toward him, his intoxicating scent clouding her mind, but she fought against it and stayed rooted in place. Damon remained silent, his eyes locked on Amara. His heart pounded in his chest, his wolf growling, demanding he claim her—their mate. But Damon forced himself to stay calm, pushing down the urge. After a moment, he exhaled, composing himself. What is it? he asked, his voice cold and rough. Amara swallowed hard, her chest tightening at the iciness in his tone. It had been five years, and he still sounded like this. MATE, her wolf cried out in her mind, but Amara suppressed the urge and fo
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