~Damon~

“I'm not going there to satisfy my manly desires. Aria just had miscarriage, she's not emotionally stable. I will only hold her,” I had told myself several times on my way to Aria.

But once I smelt her heat while she was washing up in the bathroom in the morning, the beast in me lost every sense of restraint and I lunged— like a man starved and without control.

It was now evening and she was still sleeping peacefully in my arms.

As I watched her sleep, her calmness both made me happy and sad at the same time. She was the bravest she-wolf I ever knew. How she’d...