Aria's pov
I thought Damien wouldn't show up anytime soon.
After all, Alpha Kane had just died, and old powerful packs like Silverfang took mourning periods seriously.
There were even specific rules about it in their traditions.
But I was totally wrong. Damien showed up at the beach house that very night.
And it wasn't even that late. Around ten o'clock.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped. I didn't bother hiding how pissed off I was.
The past three days had been peaceful. The house was huge, but I'd spent most of my time on the balcony staring at the ocean. Time had passed quietly. Almost pleasantly.
"Aria, are you really this stupid?" Damien looked annoyed. "You're my contracted mistress. You don't know why I'm here? Go clean yourself up in the bathroo
