~ Damon ~
The look in her eyes when I told her I would kill her nearly tore me apart. I had not meant to say those words. They slipped out before I could chain them back
The second they left my mouth, I regretted them, but regret did not erase the damage. Her face broke in front of me.
Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened with terror, betrayal, and disbelief. The bond dragged her fear straight into me and it carved me open like a blade.
I did not mean to hurt her in that way. I did not mean to shatter her with the weight of my threat. But the thought of her body reacting to my brother, even for a split second, filled me with such fury that I could not hold it back.
My brother. My twin. The man whose face mirrored mine, the one who had no right to breathe the same air as her, let alone provoke a reaction from her body. That truth poisoned me. It made me reckless.
My wolf’s voice growled inside me, dark and merciless. She is ours. Ours alone. No other man can touch her. No other man can pull a sound from her lips. Not even him. If she dares, if she falters, we will end her before we allow our bond to be tainted.
“Kitten,” I said, my voice dropping low as I forced every ounce of control I still had into it, “do not mistake me. I will never let you go. Not to him. Not to anyone.”
Her tears spilled over and her voice lashed back at me. “Then maybe you should destroy me right now, Damon, because you do not trust me. You do not trust me at all!”
She was right, and 1 despised her for being right. I did not trust her when his face stood in front of her. I did not trust the instincts that had betrayed her for a heartbeat.
I slammed my palm against the headboard beside her head and the wood cracked under the force. She jumped, her body curling inward, but her voice did not falter.
“I hate you,” she whispered, and the sound of it nearly finished me. “I hate you for even thinking I could want him. I hate you for making me feel dirty, for making me feel like I did something wrong when all I have ever done is want you. Only you, Damon. Always you.”
My wolf howled inside me, furious and desperate at once. She is telling the truth. She is yours. She has always been yours. Stop doubting her. Stop pushing her away. She does not belong to him. She belongs to us. Take her. Claim her. Make her remember.
But even as the truth rang through me, my anger did not die. It rose higher, clawing through me like fire. I grabbed her jaw,
forcing her face up so I could see every tear in her eyes. My thumb pressed against her pulse, feeling it race wildly under my hand.
“Do not ever say you hate me again. Do not even think it. We are already past hate, kitten. We are bound. You do not get to run from me. You do not get to spit those words into the air and expect me to let them live between us.”

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