Aurélie POV
“Sit. Down.”
His aura slams into me raw, suffocating dominance crashing over my skin. Heat sparks where his fingers still wrap around my wrist, tingling along my nerves. But I am not the submissive wife he once hand-picked. I am an Alpha in my own right. His equal. His contract means nothing to me now.
I release my own aura, letting it explode outward, meeting his head-on. A clear, merciless warning:
I will not be commanded.
These are my children.
Not his. Never his.
“Don’t push me, Damien,” I hiss, forcing my power harder into him. And he feels it his eyes flicker, his wolf straining to the surface.
“The way I see it,” he growls back, “if I hadn’t followed you, you’d be dead on that warehouse floor. So sit the f**k down and be grateful.”
“Grateful? To you?” I spit, a
