Damien’s gaze drifted over her face, slow and searching, as if he was memorizing every inch of her. His usual sharpness had softened, replaced with something deeper.
“As soon as I took you to bed that night,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I wanted to take you back to my pack with me.”
Raven’s breath caught.
She had always wondered. Always questioned if that night had meant more to him or if it had just been a moment in time, something fleeting, a mistake born out of desperation and passion.
But now, hearing him say it… it made something deep inside her ache.
Damien’s fingers brushed over Cora’s tiny hand as she slept against his chest. His expression darkened slightly, his gaze growing distant. “I was enraged when I woke up and you were gone,” he admitted, his voice rougher n
