She whimpered.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I was still crouched on the floor, one hand on my throat, the other braced against the wall, my eyes locked on the storm of fury that was my mate.
Damon Thornvale. My Alpha. My monster. My mate.
He was transforming. Right in front of her. For me.
His spine cracked once, loud and sharp, the sound slicing through the air like a gunshot.
His shoulders widened, muscle stretching, thickening beneath his shirt as his body began the shift. Not all the way—no, not yet—but enough. Enough to show her what she triggered. Enough to show her what she woke up inside him.
His claws lengthened fully now, black and curved, digging into the soft skin of her neck like they belonged there. Like they were carved to rip through her.
His fangs were out,
