Author's pov
Aria's temples throbbed at the sound of his voice.
Sharing a room was one thing, but the same bed? Absolutely not.
Her gaze landed on the couch—long, wide, solid.
Perfect.
Without a word, she nodded, crossed to the closet for her nightclothes, and disappeared into the bathroom.
The door clicked shut, and the soft rush of water followed a moment later.
She stayed there longer than necessary, letting the sound drown out her own thoughts.
Alpha Damien watched her go, a trace of frost curling at the corner of his lips.
Outwardly obedient, still pretending.Who exactly did she think she was fooling?
He had wanted her as his mistress, nothing more than warmth beside him at night. She had refused.
That refusal still echoed in him, sharper than he car
