Damien's POV
I was enjoying my alone time with Mel, relishing the moments we are spending together and forgetting the vile woman the goddess decided to gift me as a mate when I heard a deep voice in my head.
'Damien!'
I clicked my tongue and waved it off as me daydreaming or hallucinating, I was obviously drunk with the love my Mel has to offer and now I was hearing not just any voice but my father's voice in my head.
Mel's fingers raked through my hair leaving behind a wanting for me and I decided I would spend the night with her to feel the ease my soul craved for though my wolf was against it. my head was on her lap and I thought to myself 'I'll rather die here than spend one more minute with Winter.'
Though I knew it was wrong, I was with Mel, the woman my heart supposedly beats
