Chapter 116

Damon

The doctor is here. Now I know y’all might be wondering how I killed Camilla.

Well she’s dead. And no, I don’t feel guilty. Not in the way people expect.

You want to know if I feel good about it?

The part of me tho. Just a little. Maybe I feel good that she’s gone. That her voice won’t be polluting the air around my Omega. That she won’t get to put her poison anywhere near Lyra, or near the child growing inside her.

But my wolf?

He doesn’t just feel good. He feels fucking satisfied. Like a beast curled up next to a fresh kill. Like nothing else matters now that the threat is gone. My wolf doesn’t do guilt. He does instincts. And his instincts told him to protect Lyra, no matter the cost.

Now I have to figure out how the fuck I’m going to explain to Tasha why her mother has gone missing.

But that’s not what matters right now.

That is so far down the list of priorities I can’t even see it.

Because the only thing