Willow stood there for a long moment after the door closed behind Damon.
Her fingers were still resting lightly against her lips.
“…what just happened?” she whispered.
Because she truly didn’t understand.
How could he—
How could he make her feel so much pain…
So much anger…
So much rejection…
And then—
In the very next moment—
Make her want him?
Her chest tightened.
It didn’t make sense.
Nothing about him made sense.
“In Black Howler Pack…”
She murmured to herself.
“He was a demanding bastard.”
Cold.
Sharp.
Uncaring.
A wolf who didn’t hesitate to hurt her with his words.
A wolf who stood in front of her—
And called another female his mate.
Her jaw clenched.
“And now…”
She looked toward the door.
“Now he acts like…”
Her voice trailed off.
Like she mattered.
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