While the thunderous cheers of victory still echoed in the air, Damian did not linger in the square, nor did he bask in the admiration of the crowd. His steps were swift, purposeful, every muscle in his body screaming for rest—but none of it mattered.
He needed to see her.
Ella.
He could still feel the faint traces of discomfort she had endured earlier—an echo of pain shared through their bond when Lila’s dark magic had gripped him. Though the antidote had been given, his heart refused to rest until he laid eyes on her, felt her warmth, and ensured their pup was unharmed.
The moment he stepped through the estate gates, warriors parted like the sea for him, their heads bowed, some whispering blessings under their breath. He barely acknowledged them. Inside the manor, Selena met him at t
