Damon’s POV:
Damn it. I knew I’d misspoken the moment the words left my mouth. But even as the regret flared, I couldn't reel it back in. The red mist of possessiveness was too much, the taste of my own jealousy too bitter to swallow.
The idea of her leaving me again, the thought of her vanishing somewhere far, somewhere unreachable, made my wolf claw at my insides. I couldn't stomach the mental image of her asking some other Alpha to help her daughter... to provide the pheromones she needed. To help Ophelia through the agonizing fire of her heat.
She’d told me inhibitors didn’t work for her. That night she’d entered my room, trembling and desperate even after the years of my harshness toward her, it had been painfully obvious. The pain of the estrus was a burden too heavy for her to ca
