Chapter 11

Damian's POV I lounged in the center of the couch, giving Felix a cold stare as I drawled, "Can't survive without an omega warming your bed?" "It's not like that," Felix shot back defensively. "I just don't get this whole ice-cold act you've got going with women. Hell, they've been throwing themselves at you since we were kids, and I've never seen you give any of them so much as a second glance. Not even the jaw-dropping ones?" He wasn't wrong. Even the most captivating she-wolves couldn’t stir a flicker of interest in me. My wolf seemed indifferent to it all, craving only power and vengeance. Felix suddenly lit up, clutching his jacket to his chest and eyeing me with mock horror. "Wait a minute—you're not into guys, are you? Like, me?" I shot him a withering look. "What makes you think you're even worth noticing?" "Hey, I'm a catch," Felix replied with exaggerated seriousness. "Strikingly handsome, obviously." I nearly cracked a smile at his shameless ego. Of course, he was just messi