The night outside Genesis was still, almost unnaturally so. No alarms, no roars of serum-mad alphas, no Council enforcers stalking us in the shadows. For the first time in months, silence enveloped us. But the quiet did little to soothe the raw ache thrumming in my body, the ache of want, of need, of Damian. He stood close, his towering frame radiating heat, muscles tense under the light of the moon streaming through the estate’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Even after everything, the pit, the betrayal, the blood and madness, I still felt tethered to him. Not by chains, not by fear, but by desire. “You’re staring,” Damian growled, voice low, dark, and dangerous. I jumped slightly as he took a step closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His eyes, those piercing gray eyes, were locked on mine, and every inch of me knew exactly what they promised. “I…” I swallowed, words failing me. The sight of him, the heat radiating off him, the memory of how he had claimed me over and over i
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