—- Headed straight for the top floor. For the luxury suite reserved only for the future Luna. My suite. Three hours later, Damien came back to our apartment. I was waiting for him on the sofa, a cup of cold tea clutched in my hand. “Is she settled in?” My voice was so calm it scared me. Damien took off his jacket. ”The pack healer said she needs a quiet environment.” “So you put her on the top floor.” “It has the best facilities,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
” It’s just temporary.” I stood up and slowly walked toward him. “Damien, where were you last night?” He froze for a second. “Dealing with a border dispute. I told you.” “All night?” —- “It was more complicated than I expected.” I stepped closer, close enough to smell the scent of another she-wolf on him. The commingled scent was a poisoned needle, stabbing straight through our mate bond. Asharp, tearing pain ripped through my soul, and I almost buckled. It wasn’t just Seraphina’s scent.
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It was deeper, more intimate. The kind of deeply blended scent that only comes from a true Mating mark. He had lied. He wasn’t dealing with a border dispute last night. He was performing their marking ceremony. And now, he was still trying to get my permission for something that was already done. “Do you even still need my permission?” I took a step back, fighting the tears welling in my eyes. “You have to understand, Isla.
A life is at stake.” —- Damien moved toward me, trying to take my hand. “You’re my fated mate,” he insisted, as if that explained everything. “You should be on my side.” Iyanked my hand away. “I need more time.” “There is no time. She won’t last much longer.” Just then, the elevator to the penthouse opened. Seraphina stepped out, draped in a white silk robe I’d never seen before. Her cheeks were flushed with a sickly pink, but her eyes were bright.
She walked straight to Damien and leaned against his chest. “Thank you, Damien,” she said, her voice weak but sweet, her eyes fixed directly on me. “T feel so much better already.”
