Damian’s POV:
What the f**k was wrong with me?
A whole damn day. A whole damn day of searching, of looking for him at school, only for the stupid human not to show up. My wolf had been restless, agitated, pacing inside me like a caged beast, desperate to catch his scent, to see him.
And when I finally found him?
Reeking of that f*****g leech.
The moment I caught the stench of the vampire all over him, something in me snapped. That scent—Lucian’s scent—coating him, sinking into his skin like a f*****g claim. It made my vision go red, my body burn with something feral, something I didn’t want to name.
And I did something f*****g stupid.
I marked him. Branded him as mine.
I didn’t stop there. No—I shoved my c**k past those soft lips, f****d his mouth, made him take it, made him drown
