CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Damian's POV:
And finally, we arrived.
I'd survived the f*****g torture of sitting so close to my mate the entire ride home and not being able to have her.
Morgan had been pressed against my side, warm and soft, her scent driving Bruce and me absolutely insane while I pretended I wasn't counting every damn minute until we reached the Palace.
But we'd made it.
Finally.
The Palace stood quiet before us, and for once, I had absolutely no interest in being its King.
I only wanted to get upstairs, close our bedroom door, and be alone with my mate.
The moment the doors closed behind us, it felt as though the entire world we'd spent the evening entertaining had been locked outside.
No music.
No applause.
No Pack members waiting to shake Morgan's hand.
No one askin
