Chapter 62

Victoria's POV： I stepped slowly into the steaming shower, letting the hot water wash away the traces of our night of passion. As I reached for the soap, I caught a glimpse of myself in the fogged mirror and couldn't help but gasp. "Dear Moon Goddess," I whispered, wiping away the steam to see my reflection more clearly. My body was like a map of Damian's possession—bite marks, bruises, and red welts decorated my neck, shoulders, breasts, and inner thighs. Arthur had indeed left his mark through Damian. My white wolf Nora preened contentedly within me, proud of the visible claims our mate had given us. When the bathroom door creaked slightly open, I clutched the shower curtain tighter to my chest. "Need help washing those hard-to-reach places, little wolf?" Damian's deep voice carried over the running water, making Nora stir eagerly. "Absolutely not," I replied firmly, though my body betrayed me with shivers that had nothing to do with the water temperature. "I think you've done quite