Damian POV
I don’t know how, and I sure as hell don’t know why, the stupid leech had any interest in her. My—no, not mine. I refuse to finish that sentence. A stupid human? As my mate? Over my dead, rotting body. That was one thing me and my wolf couldn’t agree on. Ever since we caught her scent—sweet and warm and somehow laced with chaos—he’s been obsessed, restless, whining like a pup in heat. And I’m out here wrestling with the fact that she’s human. Fragile. Mortal. Complicated.
But Lucian? That bastard? He wasn’t just not human, he was a goddamn vampire prince. Cold-blooded, arrogant, and deadly. What the hell did he want with her?
Still... I couldn’t deny what I saw.
The way he zoomed to her side the second she bent over, hand on her stomach, wincing. The way his expression twist
