Damian’s POV
I walked into the massive living room.
On the cream sofa sat Elena Vance in a blue dress, sipping hot tea with her practiced lady smile. By the bar stood Vivian Maddox in a leather jacket, blowing cigarette smoke at the ceiling.
The two biggest headaches in the Wolfe Kingdom had arrived in my suite uninvited.
Their families had tried to force them into my bed for three years. Elena’s father ran the high council. Vivian’s father ran the border garrison. Neither cared about me only the crown and the Luna title.
The moment they heard my heavy boots on the hardwood floor, both women turned around with big, hungry smiles.
“Damian,” Elena purred, rising with smooth grace. “You didn't think you could leave the North without me, did you? You left without having your morning meal
