Damien's POV
I left the room and slammed the door shut hard.
“f**k!” The word ripped out of me, hoarse and guttural, like I was dragging it from the pit of my lungs.
My back hit the wall, my head tipped back as if staring at the ceiling would anchor me but It didn’t. I was actually slightly shaking and my skin felt like it was too tight to contain me.
Her heat. Gods, her heat was savage. Too f*****g savage.
I had fought in several wars. I had ripped rogues apart with my bare hands. I had faced rival alphas who thought they could break me. But nothing nothing had shredded my control like being in the same room as Aurora in the throes of her heat.
Her scent almost trapped meto me still heavily dangerous, coursing through my veins like venom. The sound of her broken gasps, the way she
