And Damon?
He finally spoke.
“She’s mine,” he said, voice low and steady, like it was law. “She’s my Omega. And I will not apologize for claiming what’s mine.”
Tasha stared at him like she didn’t even recognize him anymore. Her eyes flicked to his hand under my shirt. To my flushed face. To the way my thighs pressed together like I was trying to stop the ache.
And then she laughed.
One sharp, bitter, humorless sound that ended with a choked breath.
“You both deserve each other,” she said. “I hope he f***s your body to pieces and leaves you to raise your little knot-puppies alone. I hope you choke on every drop of him.”
My eyes twitched. My jaw clenched. Damon’s grip on my waist grew tighter.
Tasha stepped closer, face wild, voice climbing like she couldn’t stop herself now that the
