DAMON
I’m about two seconds away from throwing every single one of these wolves out of the house.
Watching these unmated males circle around Maya, scenting her, trying to get her attention—it’s taking everything I have not to shift and show them exactly who she belongs to.
Except she doesn’t belong to me. She can’t belong to me.
But my wolf doesn’t care about that. He’s snarling and pacing, demanding I claim her in front of all of them, make it clear she’s ours.
And Sera. f**k, Sera’s touching me constantly, batting her eyelashes, pressing her t**s against my arm. Under normal circumstances I might be flattered—she’s pretty enough, clearly interested but right now all I want to do is push her away and tell her I’m not available.
Because I’m not. Even though I should be. Even though t
