Damon’s POV:
“I’m not your property.”
That was it. That was the wall she’d thrown up the second I’d let my guard down enough to actually touch her. I’d kissed her with every ounce of frustration and hidden longing I possessed, I’d told her I wouldn’t let her leave, and that was her retort. Like I was some kind of captor. Like I was Raymond.
The thought made me want to put my fist through the wall.
She was "sorry" that I had to spend her heat with her. The words were a polite slap in the face. My mind kept circling back to the confession she’d spat out before that.
“I can’t just live in a house with an Alpha who is my supposed fated mate and pretend to be his 'sweet little step-sister' for the rest of my life.”
“f**k. f**k. f**k,” I growled, slamming my palm against the tile as I step
