Ryleigh sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers digging into the comforter as the events of the afternoon played over and over in her mind. The trees. The clearing. The massive wolf. And then… Damien.
Damien.
She clenched her jaw and stared at the floor, feeling the same rush of heat and confusion that had overwhelmed her earlier. The way he emerged from the trees, bare and unapologetic, like sin wrapped in flesh. His voice, smooth and commanding. The way he touched her. Looked at her. Wanted her.
And the way he stopped.
She had told him the truth. That she was with Derek. And in that moment, something in Damien’s face had changed. He hadn’t lashed out. He hadn’t growled or shown his dominance. But the tension had been there, thick in the air, wrapped around them like vines threatening
