His grip was a vice I couldn't break.
Damian's nose brushed the frantic pulse point on my wrist, his hot breath skimming over my skin.
The golden wolf irises contracted and expanded, wild and untamed, like something locked away in the dark for too long was finally clawing its way to the surface.
"Cedar. Wild mint. And—"
"Let me go."
"Five years."
"Let me go, Damian."
The name slipped out before I could stop it.
Too late.
A normal human baker would never know his name.
His golden eyes pinned me in place. "What did you just call me?"
The three boys were watching. Noah stepped in front of Ethan and Luca, his small chest puffed out, spine ramrod straight.
"Let my mommy go."
It wasn't a shout, but a vibration reverberated in his chest—a low, warning growl of an Alpha pup.
Damian’s
