Chapter 3The Scent Under the Poison Aria's POV Damon’s gaze swept over me, from my tangled silver-blonde hair down to my bare, dirty feet. That possessive, hungry look was back in his eyes. It should have terrified me. And it did. But underneath the fear, a tiny, traitorous part of me felt… seen, not as a wolfless omega or… as a waste of space, but as something… wanted, like something someone would want. "The bond," he said, as if that explained everything.And then, I felt it. A faint pull in my chest. This one was not the bleeding, painful tear of Marcus's rejection. This was different. It was like three new, fragile threads had been woven into my soul. One felt cold and steady. One felt hot and wild. One felt… clever and…unstable.I pressed a hand to my chest, my eyes wide. "No. That's impossible.""Seems pretty fucking possible to me," Damon muttered, his eyes glued to where my hand rested over my heart.The door opened again, and the third brother walked in. The one with the
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