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I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

I softened my voice and loorubbed the back of his head again. "I am sorry," Then I added tentatively. "Maybe you should stop the war." Damien froze in my grasp, those hazel eyes terrifyingly blank as he looked at me. "No. The Black Wolves must pay." Great more vengeance and Dorian's pack would be in danger all the while. Then Damien stood towering over me and my traitorous body reacted to him wanting to close the distance between us and rub myself all over him despite the fact that I found his opinions appalling. He cupped my cheek with so much affection that I just stood still and let him do as he wanted.

I need him to know now, so he can reject me and get it over with if he doesn't want me. “Nice to finally meet you Tabatha, I’m Damien, Beta of the Silver Dawn pack.”

Ben replied in a worried voice. “None of your business, just do what I said.” Damien answered him in a clipped voice which Ben was already used to, and cut the call short. 2 hours later, Ben called to say it was done and Cyrus had sent him an email attachment. A smirk quickly graced Damien`s face while looking at the background check documents. It was the thought of now finally knowing the name of the woman who had rocked his world and gotten him addicted to her. But her beautiful face on her latest picture, felt like it was mocking Him.

“Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.” •••

They all said in sync and hurriedly stood up to leave the place. Since the beginning of the meeting they felt Damien wasn't in a very good mood. He looked and acted colder than usual. It didn't mean that he was usually so warm and friendly but they assumed he was in a very bad mood. Damien Quinn, the extremely important and popular name in the four lands. Auburndale, Bartow, Gibsonia and Dundee. He was both famous in the human world and supernatural world. He was the CEO of Quinn Enterprises Holding, Inc.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Damien, quit it.” “You’re psychic. How did you know it was me?” he asked with amusement playing on his face. “You’re the only one who annoys me to death.” I started, looking back at my phone. Damien is my twin brother. He is tall, buff. He has dark brown hair, ruby eyes, strong eyebrows and an angular jaw. He was dressed in a gray three-piece tux, his hair gelled back. “You look human,” I quipped. “Still the MD.” He added.

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

“Damien just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

I wondered if anyone had done that for me before. “You are three days from leading these people,” I said quietly. “Is this what that looks like?” The silence was immediate and total. Damien crossed the yard in eight steps. He stopped close. Too close. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him and smell pine and iron and underneath both of those things something my wolf recognized and my mind refused to acknowledge. “Say that again,” he said. Very soft. That particular soft sound was worse than shouting. Up close his eyes were not just dark. Amber in the brown, deep down, and they were lit up with a fury that was cold and precise and never wasted a single degree of heat.