Damian's POV
“Mine.”
The word kept ringing in my head like an annoying bell.
I gripped the rough tree bark until my fingers hurt, forcing my breath to slow down.
Marcus was by my side in seconds. “Alpha, what is going on?”
I opened my eyes and stood up straight, brushing dirt off my jacket. “Nothing. Valtor is gone. Let us head back.”
Marcus clearly did not believe me, but he knew better than to question my word.
During the silent drive back to the compound, my beast would not stay quiet. It kept scratching inside my ribs, pacing back and forth in an angry mood.
I ignored it.
I was a centuries-old Alpha. I had lived through endless wars, political schemes, and more women in my bed than I cared to count.
A sudden wild mood swing from my beast was not going to make me lose my mind.
