Damon's Point of View
"You want me what?"
My mother didn't even flinch at the barely controlled rage in my voice. Just stood there, arms crossed, looking satisfied with herself.
"I want you to Wendy as your secretary."
"You had no right—"
"I had every right." Her tone turned sharp. "You're my son. This pack's future depends on you making the right choices. And since you refuse to give Wendy a proper chance, I'm ensuring you spend enough time with her to see what an asset she could be."
Asset. She was talking about my mate—about choosing a life partner—like it was a business transaction.
"This is my workplace. My office. You can't just—"
"I can, and I did." She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Damon, I love you. But you're being stubborn about this. Wendy is perfect for you. Str
