Chapter 76

• Damian was sitting by himself in his office, the low light casting a complicated look on his face. He gripped the whisky glass tightly, downing shot after shot, as if he could drown his overwhelming feelings in alcohol. But with every gulp, the weight in his chest only seemed to grow heavier.
• He really wished Nathan had been mistaken! Deep down, though, he knew the truth was undeniable. Only the royal lineage of the Blood Moon Pack could create a purebred white wolf, and Amelia’s striking eyes made her heritage clear. He should have realized it sooner—her distinct aura, that natural grace, was a telltale sign of her white wolf blood.
• Damian muttered to himself, "Mark Lucas' daughter as the Luna of my pack... What a joke."