Chapter 51: Haunted Houses and Hidden Desires
(Elina's POV)
The too-familiar press of Damon’s powerful alpha presence enveloped me. My back pressed hard against the table’s wooden edge, my heart racing as though it could escape the closeness between us. His scent was everywhere—heady, intoxicating, and wholly him. My wolf whimpered, torn between wanting to give in and push him away.
“This table,” I managed, my voice trembling slightly. “Do you think it’s clean?” My gaze darted to the suspicious red stains smeared across the surface.
Damon’s lips quirked into an amused smirk, his piercing blue eyes alight with both mischief and heat. Leaning closer, he murmured, “Relax. It’s fake. Stage blood, probably for the haunted house. Nothing to worry about.”
“Probably?” I repeated, my voic
