chapter 77: Surrender and Negotiation (Elina's POV)
I felt like someone had injected me with moon-blessed herbs that heightened every omega sense. I couldn't stand Damon Blackwood's blunt, shameless words about removing my towel. Yet my body remained frozen instead of running like any sensible omega would.
My wolf whined softly as I tried not to look at his handsome face. The more I tried to ignore his captivating alpha eyes, his mesmerizing jawline, even the perfect line of his throat, the hotter I felt, my omega instincts responding to his alpha presence.
"Don't be ridiculous," I finally managed, my voice embarrassingly breathless.
When he stepped forward, something in me snapped. I turned to flee, my omega instincts finally overriding my attraction.
I didn't make it two steps
