"Moon goddess," he muttered against my breast. "You're soaked, dripping for the man you claim to hate."I gave my heart to the wrong Cleansilver.For four years I loved Markus, believed his promises, guarded my body and built my future around a man who saw nothing but an omega he could use and throw away. The night he destroyed me I ran into the woods and into the arms of a stranger who touched me like I was worth something.I never got his name.I ran before morning and told myself it meant nothing.Then my dead father's debt dragged me to an altar, put a veil over my face and a stranger's ring on my finger and when I looked up I recognized those eyes.Damien Cleansilver, the eldest son of the Alpha. The man from the woods.He didn't plan this, but he isn't sorry about it either.I am an omega who was traded like property, married to a man who already knows exactly what I sound like when I fall apart.I hate him.I just hate him a little less every time he touches me.