Nina
I slammed the door behind me, fury coursing through my veins as the image of them together burned in my mind.
My sister’s soft moans, his hands on her body, their passionate kisses. It was torture. Pure, unadulterated torture.
“Damn you, Damon,” I whispered, my nails digging into my palms until they nearly drew blood.
The way he’d looked at me, with such contempt, such dismissal... it made my blood boil.
And yet, beneath that anger lay something else, something I refused to acknowledge: desire.
I hadn’t meant to fall for him. He was my sister’s mate, for Moon’s sake. But from the moment I first saw him, something inside me had shifted.
The raw power that emanated from him, the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way he carried himself. Everything about him called to my wolf in way
