Damien' s pov
I wasn’t naïve. It was clear that Ophina wanted to marry me—not for love, but for the title.
In the world of wolves, being the Alpha King’s Luna meant power, status, and influence.
Before I ever touched her, I told her the truth. She would never be my Luna, not in name, not in bond.
She surprised me by saying she didn’t care. She said she wanted my attention, not my mark.
She wanted to stand beside me, even if it meant being only my lover.
“Lover.” The word itself made my jaw tighten.
Everyone else in my life fell into two simple categories: useful or forgettable.
Ophina didn’t bother me. She was bold. She knew what she wanted. She played the role of the perfect socialite, charming the pack elders, flattering the Alphas, always careful to show loyalt
