The Alpha I shouldn't crave
DAMON POV
Jenna's voice droned through the speaker, talking about pack gossip I couldn't bring myself to care about, and I made appropriate sounds while my mind wandered to Sandra sleeping in the basement below.
"Are you even listening to me?" Jenna asked, irritation sharpening her tone.
"Of course," I lied, staring at the ceiling. "You were saying something about the council meeting."
"That was ten minutes ago, Damon, I've moved on to discussing our mating ceremony plans," she said, and I heard the hurt underneath. "If you're too busy to talk—"