Damien’s POV
As soon as the guards dragged her away, a restless feeling surged through me. I kicked a stool across the room, frustration seething inside me. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled sharply. God! I was losing my mind, and the furious howls of my wolf only made it worse.
I wanted to scream. To demand answers. To call for the guards and order them to hunt down the bastard who had dared to date Kira. Everyone in this pack knew she belonged to us—not as a lover, but as our slave. So who was the fool reckless enough to claim her? To touch her.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let my brothers suspect a thing. If they saw me reacting the way I truly wanted to, they would know. And I could never allow that. They could never find out that Kira was my
