Author's pov
Alpha Damien knew he'd hurt her badly.
But if she hadn't looked at him with those cold eyes , maybe he wouldn't have lost control.
Yes, perfume was on his skin.
That afternoon, his business partners had dragged him to The Red Room, the city's most exclusive club where everything cost a fortune.
His friends arranged for Bianca to keep him company, hoping to lift his mood.
Bianca was one of the club's top girls. Even the alphas usually gave in to her.
When Bianca walked in, Alpha Damien was on the leather couch, flipping TV channels.
Bianca knew men well. After years at the club, she'd seen every type. She moved with practiced grace, every step meant to seduce.
But Alpha Damien stayed cold. His face made it clear he wouldn't take her to bed.
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