SOPHIA'S POV
After Damien went upstairs, I sat in the living room trying to calm my racing heart. My wolf was still agitated from our standoff, wanting to either submit to our alpha mate or challenge him further. I pushed both urges down and checked the time. Ashley needed to be at school in forty-five minutes.
I went upstairs to hurry her along. On my way, I heard a frustrated grunt coming from the master bedroom. The door was slightly open and I couldn't help glancing inside.
Damien stood at the ironing board. His brows were furrowed with concentration. He had the iron pressed against his shirt, but the steam wasn't on. The wrinkles weren't budging, and I could see his jaw clenching with each failed attempt.
For a man who commanded entire boardrooms and led a pack, he looke
