Damien’s POV:
I think I love her.
That word hit me before I could stop it, and it terrified me.
Love? Me? That word alone felt like a foreign language. I was pretty sure I had never once thought of it. I was an alpha, a wolf who was raised to conquer, not to feel.
I knew of other emotions, I emboldened strength, fury and control – but this – this new emotion that was flooding through my nerves was something I didn’t quite have a name for.
The first thing I became aware of the moment I snapped awake was her scent – it was a soft, intoxicating mix of lilies and vanilla. The scent clung to every inch of her body, from her skin and to mine.
I looked to my side, and there she was.
Lily Thorne, my mate.
Her breathing was slow, steady and peaceful. Her naked body clung close to min
