Damien’s POV
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jake snapped at me. Standing up from beside one of the grates, he walked over to me. His muscles were flexed like he wanted to fight. I flexed my own, happy to accommodate him if need be.
I’d already thrown a punch or two if I wasn’t so damn worried about Amelia.
“Same thing you are doing,” I said coldly in reply. “Like hell I am going to leave my wife and unborn child down there in some dank pit.”
“Funny that you should care about them now. Didn’t think about her at all, did you, when you were sleeping with someone else?”
“I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else,” I growled. “I am not a perfect man, but I would never cheat on my mate.”
“Then why is she feeling the pain through the mating bond.”
“I don’t know,” I said, frustrated with ever
