Destined mate
Damien – POV
I pulled into the club’s parking lot, my heart pounding. Headlights cut through the night fog—and then I saw him.
Cris was slumped in his car, shoulders shaking, face pale and drenched in tears.
My chest tightened. Without thinking, I yanked open his car door and looked down at him.
“Get out.”
He looked up, broken and trembling. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up,” I said, cutting him off. “You’re coming with me.”