As I walked behind him down the path that led to the market, I found myself hypnotized by Alpha Damon’s movements—the easy, natural swagger he moves his legs, the way his broad shoulders flexed under his shirt as he walked.
It was almost…captivating. I just couldn’t help but stare.
I admit, he looks really hot and dangerous—in a good way.
“You’re doing it again,” Diana, my wolf, teased in my head, springing up to ruin my joy. “Who's the thirsty one now?”
“Oh, spare me, Diana! Aren't we supposed to be done with this conversation?” I groaned inwardly, rolling my eyes as I tried quickening my steps to keep up with Alpha Damon. He walks so fast.
“Why do you always pick the worst times to show up?”
“Worst times, or you mean the best times?” She chuckled.
“I talk when I want to, dear. Yo
