Damian's POV
The she-wolf who’d stepped forward was suddenly by my side. "I’ve waited years for this," she purred.
I took a step back. "You may wait a few more."
But they kept coming. Corners of the hall that once felt like home now pressed like cages. Each conversation, each flirtation, each brush of a manicured hand was a trap.
I couldn’t breathe.
They came then—like shadows.
The she-wolves.
Not just one or two, but dozens. Beautiful, lethal, determined. Some smiled. Others prowled. I dodged questions. Avoided touches. Every breath was an effort.
Every time I moved, another blocked my path.
"Your scent is so strong," one murmured.
"Do you feel it?" another asked. "The bond?"
"Maybe you’re just nervous," a third said, fingers brushing my arm. "Let me ease you..."
I bared my t
