Damien’s POV
The office door slammed behind Ofelia with a sharp bang that echoed through the empty top floor. Silence rushed in, but it didn’t bring peace. I remained standing exactly where I had caught her, my arms still remembering the feel of her waist. Her scent lingered in the air—sweet, warm, and now mixed with the sharp edge of anger and hurt. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, irritated and agitated.
I ran a hand through my hair and cursed under my breath. The entire day replayed in my head like a punishment. The separate cars. The cold commands. The impossible workload I piled on her. The coffee I kept rejecting even though every cup was fine. The harsh words. I had pushed her away deliberately, building a wall of ice between us.
It worked too well. The hurt that flashed in he
