ELODIE’S POV
I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t not after Damien left. Not after the things we had said to each other. The room felt too small, too quiet, too suffocating. His scent still lingered faintly in the air, tangled with something sharper now—anger, tension… and something I didn’t want to name. I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, staring at nothing, replaying every word in my head.
You belong to me.
The audacity of it still burned. After everything he had done… after choosing Nyra… after throwing me down here like I was nothing. He stood by as his ‘chosen mate’ humiliated me in front of countless wolves that had known me prior to this. He could have stopped this madness at any point but he chose not to, because I didn’t mean as much to him as he wanted me to think.
He still thought he
