Three months later, Damian was feeding Hazel dinner when he overheard Juliana's cheerful voice on the phone as he carried a tray down the hall. "Really? That's fantastic—congrats! I won't make it to Adrian and Amelia's binding ceremony, though. My son's mate isn't feeling great, so I'm sticking around to help."
Amelia's binding ceremony?
Damian stormed over, snatching the phone from Juliana's hand, his eyes blazing red. "Say that again! Amelia's binding with who?"
The call cut off, and Damian stood frozen, reeling. He sank to the floor, hands clutching his head, a low, anguished growl escaping him. "Amelia, why are you binding with someone else? Don't you love me anymore?"
Juliana watched her son's torment, her heart aching. "Son, what's so special about Amelia? She doesn't love you. W
