Chapter 90

• Amelia smirked, a touch of self-deprecation in her tone. "Didn’t you notice my expression back then?"
• Damian let out a heavy sigh, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "You know how it is with werewolves during a full moon; we lose control when we're in heat. The room was dim, and I was drawn in by your mate energy. But you were still asleep in your Wolf form, and I thought I was just imagining things after my own heat. I didn’t even get a glimpse of your face before my uncle came in and I lost it. The next day, I found out that room belonged to Chantel. With her amazing acting skills, we totally missed out on those years."
• His voice was filled with helplessness, his amber Wolf eyes darkened with a hint of sorrow.