Damien.
I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, my fingers loosely clasped together as my gaze stayed fixed on the floor.
Everything felt... off.
The silence in my room wasn’t peaceful, it was heavy, suffocating, filled with thoughts I couldn’t quite organize. One mont bled into another, each mory replaying in fragnts that refused to settle.
Adrien.
The way he had looked.
The chains.
The growl that didn’t sound like him anymore.
My jaw tightened.
I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration.
Things were spiraling out of control faster than any of us could keep up with. The poison, Galen’s sudden disappearance, Maria’s involvent in everything, it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit together.
And then there was Noah.
My expression darkened slightly.
Sothing about him had been bothering for a while now. The way he moved, the way he inserted himself into situations... and Anabel.
A low breath left my lips as I pushed myself up to my feet.
If Anabel was anywhere right now, she would be with Noah.
She always was.
Without wasting another second, I turned and strode out of my room.
The hallway felt colder than usual, the air thick with tension. My footsteps echoed faintly against the walls as I made my way toward Noah’s room, my thoughts still running wild.
I didn’t bother knocking.
I pushed the door open.
And froze.
For a split second, my mind refused to register what I was seeing.
Noah.
Maria.
Kissing.
Sothing inside snapped.
Before I could even think, my body moved on instinct.
"Hey—!"
I surged forward, my hand shooting out as I grabbed Noah by the collar and yanked him back, forcefully separating them. The movent was sharp, aggressive, driven by sothing I didn’t even try to control.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" I barked, my voice low but filled with fury.
Noah staggered slightly from the force, his grip loosening as I shoved him back. My fist tightened instinctively in his collar, pulling him closer, my eyes blazing into his.
"Have you lost your mind?" I snapped.
Everything inside was burning....there was anger, frustration and sothing deeper I couldn’t na.
"You don’t get to..."
My voice cut sharply through the air, the words breaking out of before I could soften them. The tension in the room snapped instantly, like a wire pulled too tight.
I tightened my jaw, forcing the rest of the sentence out through clenched teeth.
"...You don’t get to touch her like that."
The accusation hung between us, sharp and unyielding.
Noah’s eyes hardened instantly.
The change in his expression was imdiate, the warmth that had been there monts ago vanishing as sothing colder settled in its place. His body tensed under my grip, the muscles in his arm tightening as he slowly turned his gaze toward .
"Let go of , Damien," he said coldly.
His voice was low, controlled, but the warning beneath it was unmistakable.
But I didn’t move.
If anything, my hold only tightened.
My fingers curled more firmly around him, refusing to release their grip, the anger coiling tighter in my chest.
"Stay away from her," I growled, my voice dropping dangerously, the sound rough and edged with sothing I didn’t even try to hide.
And suddenly, the words ca out before I could stop them, before I could think, before I could take them back.
"She’s my mate."
Silence—It didn’t creep in slowly, It struck, heavy and sudden, almost deafening.
It hit just as hard as the words themselves.
My entire body went rigid, as though sothing inside had locked into place without my permission. The tension that had been coiled in my muscles tightened further, then froze, leaving standing there, unmoving.
My grip loosened slightly.
I hadn’t even realized how tightly I had been holding on until that mont.
My breath caught in my throat, sharp and uneven, as the realization ca crashing over all at once.
What...did I just say?
The question echoed loudly in my mind, louder than anything else in the room.
The air felt different, thicker and heavier. The room fell deathly quiet, as no one moved and no one spoke, that even the smallest sound seed to have disappeared, swallowed whole by the weight of what had just left my mouth.
Noah froze too.
Completely still.
Like ti itself had paused around him.
His expression shifted slowly, the change subtle but unmistakable. The anger that had been there before didn’t disappear, it sharpened. Twisted into sothing colder. Sothing darker.
Sothing far more dangerous.
His eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief second, it felt like a silent challenge had passed between us.
For a mont, neither of us moved.
Neither of us spoke.
We just stood there, caught in the aftermath of sothing that couldn’t be undone.
My chest rose and fell slowly, the rhythm uneven as I tried to steady my breathing. But it didn’t help. My thoughts were already spiraling, scrambling desperately to catch up with what I had just admitted.
Mate.
The word felt foreign and familiar all at once.
Maria... was my mate?
The truth of it settled deep, undeniable, It had always been there, lurking beneath every glance, every reaction, every instinct I hadn’t been able to explain.
That pull.
That need.
That unspoken connection I had refused to put into words, because once it was said... it beca real and I had never said it, not once, not out loud, not like this, not in front of everyone.
Yet now...I had.
The admission lingered, impossible to take back, impossible to ignore.
My eyes flickered toward her.
Almost involuntarily.
Drawn.
For the first ti since I had walked into the room...I hesitated.
The certainty that usually grounded faltered, just for a second. My thoughts, my instincts, everything that had always been sharp and clear suddenly felt... uncertain.
Because this wasn’t just about what I had said.
It was about what it ant.
And standing there, with the silence pressing in and the weight of my own words settling deep into my chest...I realized there was no pretending anymore.
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