Chapter 47

Victoria's POV： I clutched my laptop and rushed home, my heart still pounding wildly. The moment I locked the home door, I collapsed against it, trying to steady my breathing. I muttered to myself as Nora stirred restlessly within me. It was precisely because of her desire for our mate that my rationality had been controlled by instinct. I paced back and forth in the living room, trying to shake off the memory of his nearly naked body. He'd said with his mouth that he only wanted me. But he looked far too experienced. When rationality returned, I didn't believe it. He must have lured many she-wolves into his den? The way he handled the situation showed all the traits of an experienced player. The confident smirk, the calculated touches—he was clearly a seasoned predator in the dating game. "Like father, like son," I whispered, thinking of Lawrence Sterling's notorious reputation. "Ethan and his father are both manipulative wolves, and Damian probably follows the same bloodline traits."