Damon:
The door to my office slammed shut behind me, the echo cutting through the silence like a damn bullet.
My blood was still boiling, mother’s words, Sienna’s defiance, her voice, her stubbornness, that slap she almost gave me. The kiss. God, the kiss.
I ran a hand down my face, dragging a sharp breath into my lungs as I leaned over the desk, gripping its edge so tightly the wood creaked under my fingers.
I gripped on it for life, as if it was going to be the one thing that grounded me, that kept me sane, that reminded me that I was an alpha. But I knew that I was not going to be. It was only a matter of time before I broke the desk completely.
What the hell was happening to me?
Before I could even calm myself down, the door opened.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The
