The temperature in the living room plummeted.
Damian stood by the cheap coffee table. His mere presence made the small apartment feel suffocatingly tight.
"Victoria spiked my drink?"
"She knew your wolf was rejecting her. The coronation night was her last chance to force a mating mark. The wolfsbane was an aphrodisiac meant to strip away your control. She planned to let you claim her in a frenzy."
"But I didn't mark her."
"Because you stumbled into the basement. And I happened to be walking by."
A low, guttural rumble tore from Damian's throat.
It wasn't human. It was his wolf snarling.
Elliot quietly ushered the boys back into the bedroom and shut the door. Through the thin walls, I could hear Luca asking, "Is that mister a good guy?"
"After you left—" Damian’s voice sounded like
