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Damien POV
My wolf surged forward before I could stop him, a vicious growl tearing from his chest as the sight before us snapped every thread of restraint. Her eyes those unmistakable green eyes collided with mine. Recognition hit instantly. And behind it… hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unfiltered.
Hatred?
For me?
What right did she have to be angry?
She was the one who ran. She was the one who disappeared only to end up in another male’s bed and carrying his child. If anyone had earned the right to rage, betrayal, and the hollow ache of deception, it was me.
Fury pumped through my veins until every cell vibrated beneath my skin. My wolf wanted to spill blood for the lies. For the abandonment. For every year she lived while I mourned her.
She had a child.
She had been alive hidden from m
