DAMIEN-The Cursed Alpha King
Betsy gripped Emberlynn's hand, and they stepped out of the alcove and into the mating ground.
Damien was now present, standing very close to the older, but he wasn't in the outfit he was in earlier. Now, he was on a sleeveless tunic that molded to his muscular frame like a second skin. The tunic features intricate embossing and stitching. At the neckline, the tunic plunged low, exposing his bronzed chest, and the smooth, rippled muscles of his torso were accentuated by the flickering torchlight.
Emberlynn's eyes almost bulged out of their socket, and her mouth ran dry. How could they let him come out in such a manner?!
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