Episode 9
257 Words
"STOP!"
My scream echoed through the room.
Both men froze.
The stranger's head snapped toward me.
The moment our eyes met, the world seemed to stop.
His grip loosened instantly.
Max hit the floor with a loud thud, gasping for air.
But the stranger didn't even seem to notice.
He was staring at me.
And for some reason, I couldn't stop staring back.
He looked like something out of a storybook.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Dark hair.
Piercing eyes that seemed to look straight through me.
Most men who looked at me made me uncomfortable.
This was different.
Instead of fear, a strange warmth spread through my chest.
Butterflies exploded in my stomach.
It felt like electricity was racing through my veins.
Slowly, he took a step toward me.
Then another.
As if he was afraid I would disappear.
"Who... are you?" I whispered.
His eyes softened.
Behind him, Max was still coughing on the floor, but neither of us seemed to care.
The stranger's gaze never left mine.
"My name is Damien."
The way he said it sent another wave of warmth through me.
His expression became almost reverent.
"And you are my mate."
I forgot how to breathe.
His mate?
The words echoed through my mind.
Mate.
The one thing I had dreamed about my entire life.
The one thing I thought might never happen because I didn't have a wolf.
Damien took another cautious step forward.
"What is your name, sweetheart?"
His voice was gentle now.
"And why are you in a place like this?"
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