As I lay in bed later that night, a storm of emotions roiling within me, I felt the churning of my stomach return, a reminder that I was still here—I was still fighting. I believe it's past time for the party's climax so, I decided to go try talking to Damon, maybe having a conversation about how I truly feel and telling him about his twin heirs would help our relationship get better.
He sat in the grand hall with a few pack members, laughter bubbling up from the group. I could see the way the light caught his eyes, the typical charisma that pulsed around him. Yet as I entered, his laughter faltered, and his gaze narrowed imperceptibly. The warmth that spread through me earlier faded instantly, replaced by that familiar scraping edge of fear.
“What are you doing back so soon?” he spat, his v……
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