Aria's pov
"Nothing special," I forced a smile, my fingers nervously playing with my sleeve. "I just thought Alpha Damien should take responsibility for his family, like any decent man would."
"My family is none of your business, Aria."
Damien's voice turned ice cold instantly. He pulled his arm away from my waist, his face hardening as he waved to the waiter by the door.
I had no clue what set him off this time.
After all, I was clearly thinking about what was best for him.
"Let's go."
His command was freezing cold. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walked toward the exit without looking back.
I watched him leave, a bitter smile on my lips.
Was I imagining things? For a moment, Damien's anger seemed almost... childish.
Seriously, this was the legendary A
