Damon's POV
My gaze remained at this woman, who was my mate. My entire world shook. Her scent— lavender and honey— still clung to my skin. She smelled like home! The one thing I never had.
I lost my home on the day my father, the Lycan King, decided I wasn't worth loving.
I was three months old when my mother died. Apparently my birth took a toll on her health!
Three. f*****g. Months.
And my father? He'd looked at his infant son and seen only his wife's killer.
My elder brother, Cassian, had learned hatred at his knee. He detested me the most.
I drawn myself in three thing— alcohol, woman and warriors.
But nothing could ease the pain my father carved in my heart.
Not the alcohol.
Not the women.
Not the fights, the blood…
Growing up in the castle of Arkendale was a curse. I was
