Damien POV
“Don’t,” I growl.
“Leaving Aurélie free to claim,” Élodie continues anyway, her tone deliberately suggestive.
“No.”
“Why not?” She arches a brow. “She’s already the mother of your children, right?”
“How do you know that?” I snap.
“I make it my business to know.” Her eyes sharpen. “So she told you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “But only because she failed to keep my son safe.”
A deep growl rattles my chest, my wolf pushing forward.
“That’s not fair, Damien,” Élodie counters. “If she’d been in that car, she would’ve died too.”
Cold spreads through my veins.
I don’t like the image her words paint. Even seeing Aurélie injured at the warehouse was something I never wanted to witness again. The idea of her dead twists something sharp and violent inside me.
“You will keep this to yours
