Damon's pov
I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, the bracelet box still in my jacket pocket. Kira had seemed distant when I'd given her the first one, distracted. Maybe if I showed her the matching earrings I'd commissioned, she'd understand how much I valued her.
How much I needed her to stay.
I knew I’d been getting a little too close to Serena lately.But it didn’t mean anything.
Serena was just a political symbol. Back when the Alliance was first founded, the Langley was already a pack people knew by name. That kind of deep-rooted influence was something I could never have achieved, no matter how hard I worked my entire life.
Who would ever have taken a rising noble from the south seriously?
Everything Kira and I had fought for looked like nothing more than childish games to them—
