Chapter 8: Dangerous Desires
(Elina's POV)
"Have you seen Elina? She's not answering her phone, and the design studio..." Asher's concerned tone echoed through the quiet room.
I froze in Damon’s arms, my heart pounding louder than it should. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to distance myself from the ache settling deeper into my chest.
But Damon didn’t let go. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened. He smirked at my squirming, those sharp blue eyes full of mischief as he delayed his reply.
He leaned down, teeth grazing the side of my neck. A tiny nip—not painful, but teasing. My wolf stirred, confused by the mix of humiliation and heat flowing through me.
I bit my lip to stifle any sound, my breathing shaky despite my best efforts.
"No," Damon finally answere
