Damien.
"Did you return to pay for your sins with your life?" I asked her, my voice dripping with deep annoyance and sharp irritation as I glared down at her.
I aggressively fought against my own body, trying my absolute best to ignore the magnetic, suffocating pull of the bond that slammed into my senses, all while my mind frantically raced to put the fragmented pieces of this nightmare together.
"Alpha Damien!" Patricia called out softly, her voice smooth, calm, and maddeningly composed. "Didn't my husband promise to carry out the justice himself?" She asked, gently tilting her head and raising her brows up in mocking amusement, as if my presence were nothing more than a slight inconvenience to her morning walk.
The hell!
I stood there, seething, as a wave of hot fury surged through my veins. I really couldn't believe she had the absolute audacity to speak to me in such an unbothered, arrogant tone.
