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Standing up, I went to take a shower. Damian POV I slammed her door as I stormed out. No one and I mean no one has ever gotten to me, the was this girl has. It was torture watching her struggle through her emotions. She would never believe me if I told her Dax would have wanted this. He wanted this as he told me so. He had a gut feeling he wouldn’t make it, so his ducks were in a row. His only problem was that I wasn’t sure if I would take her as a mate. My fated was dead, and I didn’t need to go through this again. But after the first taste I got of her at that club sent me into a frenzy. My wolf is going crazy just thinking about her. Her lips, her eyes, that fucking body! It took everythi

I found out later that Damian could see the reader comments too. It happened the next morning. New York was blue with early light, and Damian was wrapped around me from behind, lazy and satisfied in a way that made him look nothing like the untouchable heir everyone feared. I reached for the water on the nightstand when a comment floated across my vision. [@BookTokAfterDark: A full night behind a fade-to-black? Author, count your days.] I nearly choked. Behind me, Damian laughed softly. "They still want more."

"Your wolf… does he like me?" I saw a flicker of silver appear in Damian’s eyes for a brief moment—just like it had last night. It was the same way his eyes looked when we were together. A second later, Damian let out a soft chuckle, though I had a feeling the laughter wasn’t directed at me. "Anne, you just made Xave yell in my head, loudly declaring that he likes you. He’s demanding that you like him back, not just me—God, my wolf is so demanding."

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

He sighed and glanced back at the woman still sprawled on the chair, now glaring at us. “Sorry, sweetheart,” Damian said with a wink, grabbing a fistful of dollar bills from his wallet and tossing them at her. “Duty calls.” ———————— I stormed ahead of him back to the car and sat in complete silence for over ten minutes before Damian finally returned, casually sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. During the drive, I explained everything that had happened. His response? A mocking laugh. “You almost kissed a dude?” he said, shaking his head. “So what? Is that your newly discovered kink? You identify as straight but fuck men on the side?”

I whimpered. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how much you want it." "I want it so bad, please." "What do you want, tell me," he said, his voice husky. "Fuck me, please. Please, I want you inside me." Damian smirked and kissed me again, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a wet path of kisses. He reached down and pulled my dress off and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill out. "Look at these perfect tits," he groaned, squeezing them, and pinching the nipples.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

His brow drew together as he rolled his tongue in his teeth, “I just went to talk.” Knocking agsin, he hit the window harder this time. “That window cost ghhh.” Mike snapped. “Oh I bet it cost less than a brand new teeth. Pick your poison.” That wwe Whdn thr door pushed open and Mike stepped out. Damian’s jaw clenched harder as they stood face to face . “So this is your ride.” Looking him over, he said. “Looks like he’d be hiiooo.” Mike let out a sharp laugh, “Do yiu like me, man?”

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

“You blue-balled him so bad he probably still jerks off to the memory.” Victoria leaned forward, intrigued. “Wait… who are we talking about now?” “Argh, you’re always so lost, Victoria,” Tess huffed. “Oh please,” Victoria rolled her eyes. “You all are always jumping from one man to another.” snatched my phone out. “Y’all need to see this nigga.” I flashed Damien’s pic—shirtless, sweat dripping down his abs, dick print screaming through them joggers. Victoria moaned. “Oh my pussy… he’s illegal.”