Damian's POV
My wolf stirred. Low and restless.
"We wait," he grunted in my head, voice low and brooding. "Wait ’til she sleeps... then we curl her again."
I snorted quietly.
You’re the reason she banned us in the first place, I shot back mentally.
But my wolf just yawned and rolled over in that mental space we shared, stubborn and content. He didn’t understand rules. He didn’t care about boundaries. He only cared about her. About the pull. About the mate.
And gods help me, I couldn’t blame him
It was dumb. Reckless. We’d just been told off like we were invading her space—but still, the urge didn’t die. My wolf wasn’t rational, especially not with her scent still lingering in the room like temptation incarnate. He was loyal. Stubborn. And a little desperate.
So I didn’t say anythi
