The Alpha Heir's Fake Mate
He stands by the shattered table, his broad shoulders rising and falling in labored intervals as his frustration boils over into the empty space, the dark smoke around his boots still boiling.
“Damon,” I say softly, stepping toward him. “It’s fine. I’ve heard worse from my own alpha.”
He turns around abruptly, his expression dark, unhinged and completely consumed by a raw intensity that makes my pulse skip a beat. “It’s not fine, Leia. Nothing about this is fine.”
Before I can even process the shift in his tone, he cups the back of my head, pulling me down onto the long leather sofa beneath him. His body pins mine against the cushions, his mouth driving down onto mine with a frantic, unyield
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