Amy’s POV
I was furious.
The entire ride home, I sat in the backseat of the car, gripping my dress so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My mind kept replaying everything Damien had said, every smug word, every possessive stare.
"You're mine now."
The way he said it made my skin crawl.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to curse at him until my throat went dry. But most of all, I wanted to punch him in the face.
That arrogant bastard.
How was I supposed to know he was the evil alpha Damien everyone was talking about? I just wanted him to help me with something and now he's acting like a total jerk. I shouldn't have told him anything about me. No wonder everyone hates the Flaming Moon Pack. He's such a jerk and a narcissistic bastard who I'm going to learn how to kill later.
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