#Chapter 22 – A Lesson in Dominance

Lila The moment Damon stepped back onto the training grounds, my breath caught in my throat. He wasn’t wearing the royal black attire I had seen him in before. Instead, he was dressed in dark training gear—fitted black pants that hugged his powerful legs and a sleeveless top that left his arms and shoulders completely exposed. His skin gleamed slightly with sweat, his muscles flexing with every movement as he adjusted the wraps around his hands. He looked every bit the warrior king, and worse, every bit the kind of man who made it impossible not to stare. He looked dangerous. He looked untouchable. He looked... Hot. I clenched my jaw, banishing the thought as quickly as it surfaced. No. Absolutely not. My supposed mate or not, I would not be one of the pathetic women who drooled over him. I forced my gaze away before he could catch me ogling him like a fool. Get a grip, Lila. He’s a tyrant, not a fantasy. I exhaled slowly, schooling my expression into one of irritati