Amara’s POV.
I stood in front of Damien’s chamber and knocked on the door, but a minute or two had passed, and he didn’t open it. When no one answered after multiple thumps, I turned the doorknob and barged in unannounced.
I paused for a moment when I found that he wasn’t the only one in his room. There were three men and a woman who was ogling him as if he were a delicious dish she wanted to taste. My pupils dilated as I flicked a glance towards him. I knew he could smell me and sense my presence, but he didn’t even bother glancing at me. What was his problem?
“Good evening, Luna,” the pack members greeted me. I nodded at them listlessly except for the woman who gave me a nasty look with her eyebrow raised.
She pulled a face before returning her concentration to Damien. Maybe I shoul
