Damian's POV
The heavy door was locked from the inside.
I stood in the center of my bedroom, alone in the silence.
The scent of Elena's sweet perfume was still hanging in the air, thick and annoying. I kicked the balcony doors open, letting the freezing mountain wind rush through the room to clear it out.
My wolf was still growling low in my chest.
Quiet, I commanded.
The beast snapped its teeth at me, pacing like a caged animal.
I walked into the bathroom, splashed cold water over my face, and gripped the sink. My eyes were still dark, the gold flecks around the iris refusing to fade.
What was wrong with me?
Elena was pretty. She had offered herself on a silver platter, and my body had wanted her. A night of pleasure meant nothing to me.
So why did my hands push her away like s
