Silence settled across Damon’s office. No one rushed to speak. No one interrupted. Because Damon’s words had landed heavier than anyone expected. Even Talon—who had spent most of his time around Damon looking for reasons to throw him out a window—stayed quiet. Willow sat completely still. Her eyes remained on Damon. On the male who had hurt her. The male who had taken her choices. The male who had frustrated her more times than she could count. But also— the male who was now sitting in front of her with no pride left between them. No excuses. No arrogance. No Rogue King. Just Damon. Just her mate.
Inside her, Winter stirred softly. “He means it.”
Willow frowned slightly. “You forgave him quickly.”
Her wolf huffed. “I did not say forgive him. But he means it.”
Willow looked away briefly
