Damien's POV
My hands trembled, not from weakness, but from the force it took to stop myself from putting a hole through the wall. I had just walked out of an operating room, given a part of myself for my son, and instead of relief, all I could taste was the bitterness of the years I'd lost. I stared at Sofia, every breath like a growl I had to choke back. She stood there, clutching herself like she could hide from the truth, from me. My wolf clawed against my skin, furious and wild.
"You don't understand what you've done," I said, my voice low but vibrating with barely restrained fury. "You stole moments I can never get back. His first steps. His first words. The first time he called for his father—" My voice caught, and I hated myself for it. I swallowed hard, shoving the weakness down. "Those are mine, Sofia. They were mine, and you threw them away."
Her tears fell harder, her lips trembling, but it didn't soothe me. If anything, it fueled my anger.
