Damian’s POV:
And then—just as I was about to give in—
My father chose that exact f*****g moment to mind-link me.
His’s voice slammed into my head.
Damian. Come. Now.
Fucking hell.
The Alpha King’s command wrapped around my mind like a noose, yanking me back from the brink. He had to force me to obey, because he f*****g knew this was the only way to make me go to him. I usually avoided him every time even when he called for me, I got away by claiming to be busy.
Guess f*****g will have to wait.
I exhaled sharply, glaring at the pretty little human trapped between my arms.
Mine.
Lucian could burn in hell before I let him sink his filthy leech fangs into him again.
I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I whispered, low and dark, "I don’t want to see you with Lucian.
