Chapter 80

Damien's POV I pulled away from Victoria's trembling body, feeling her pulse still racing against my skin. The sweet scent of her release lingered in the air, mingling with my own muskier notes - a potent combination that made Arthur rumble with satisfaction deep in my chest. "You're perfect," I whispered against her neck, my fangs still slightly extended from our passionate coupling. I couldn't help but run my tongue over the spot where my mark would go if she ever accepted me fully. "My little wolf." Victoria's only response was a soft, content sigh as she collapsed back against the sofa, her golden hair splayed across the cushions in wild disarray. I watched with fierce pride as she struggled to regain her composure, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. There was something primal and deeply satisfying about seeing her like this - knowing I was the cause of her current state. After helping her adjust her clothing, I retrieved the takeout containers I'd brought earli