Willow POV
I stared at him across my tiny kitchen space, arms folded, trying to ignore the way the bond tugged every time he shifted his weight or took a breath.
Ivy, of course, was thrilled.
'Dinner with our mate,' she purred.
'It's not a date.'
'It's dinner.'
'Same difference.'
“I can see you thinking,” Damian said quietly.
I frowned. “That's generally how conversations work.”
His mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. “That bad, huh?” he asked.
“You're an Alpha,” I said flatly. “You showed up in my town with a wounded wolf, discovered I’m not exactly normal, and now you’re inviting me to dinner.”“When you put it like that, it does sound suspicious.”
“It is suspicious.”
He pushed away from the wall and took another step toward me. The bond tightened instantly. Heat spr
