Damian’s POV
What the f**k was wrong with me?
That pathetic little human boy was driving my wolf insane.
It was unnatural. Impossible. Wrong.
I hated it—hated him.
From the first moment I saw him, something inside me snapped, something primal and uncontrollable. A feeling I didn’t understand. A pull I refused to acknowledge.
I was a werewolf. An Alpha.
I had been raised on strength, on dominance, on knowing my place at the top of the chain. I had never been weak. Never hesitated. Never second-guessed myself.
Until him.
It made no damn sense.
He was fragile, insignificant—a human. Worse, a man.
I was never a homosexual. Not even bisexual.
I liked women. Big, curvy, soft. My wolf worshipped them. We were obsessed with them—their scent, their warmth, the way they would submit bene
