Chapter 25 Obsession

• The door closed behind him with a dull click, but Amelia’s voice still echoed in Damien’s mind: “I’m not sure I want this to be the last time.”
• He stood motionless for a moment in the middle of his bedroom, fists clenched at his sides, as if trying to physically contain the heat rushing through his veins. He was the King of Lycans—trained in restraint, in logic, in measured control. Yet with her, all of that began to unravel like thread pulled loose from ancient cloth.
• He could still see her in his mind—soaked from the rain, her skin glowing in the candlelight, her clothes clinging to every curve. She hadn’t pulled away. No, she’d looked at him with something far more dangerous than mere interest. Her gaze had been soft, uncertain, yet filled with a raw, unspoken hunger.