Amara’s POV.

I walked over to the door and peered out before closing and locking it. I drew a long breath and turned around to return to where Damien was lying down.

I scowled at him. “You! This isn’t what I expected from our mating process!”

I bent down to align my face with his, studying his features. His lashes were long. He was gifted with a sharp, aristocratic nose. His lips were like roses because they were shades of pink. His muscles were well-defined, and his shoulders were broad. I never thought of staring at him in this way, especially in this situation.

After a while, I lowered my...