[DAMON'S POV]
“She’s my chosen mate,” Daryl said, taking a step toward me. “You don’t get to come in here and—”
“She’s human,” I said flatly, cutting him off. My gaze slid back to Ciara, who flinched again. “She’s not one of us. You're not stupid enough to choose a random human as your mate, are you?"
“You don’t get to decide that,” he growled. “You’re just pissed you didn’t mark her when you f****d her.”
I laughed. “I didn’t need to mark her to make her come apart for me.”
“Enough,” Daryl growled, his hand snapping out to shove me back. I let him, but the moment his hand hit my chest, Calx lunged inside me. I slammed him back down. This wasn’t the right place to shift into my wolf form. I wasn’t sure Ciara even knew who we truly were.
“Can you two just hold on a moment!” Ciara said
