Chapter 90

••• Damien’s POV ••• I stared at Victoria’s retreating back. Her cold gaze and the way she seemed as though she didn’t want me to touch her, the way she yanked her hand away from mine, made me feel panicked and miserable. What had happened? Last night she still initiated to be intimate with me. But then a thought entered my mind. Her forced laugh when she asked if I still didn’t want to ever bond with a she-wolf, which I nodded as an answer. She might have thought I didn’t know her laugh was forced, but I knew her. I knew her laugh, I knew when she felt sad or happy. I knew her, although she didn’t know that. She was my mate, of course, I knew her. I knew everything about her, even though I couldn’t feel her emotions through our matebond, yet I had watched her closely, so closely, whether from afar or when we were together, some people might have called me a creep if we weren’t mates. I had memorised everything about her, so I knew she was faking her laughter last night. But then it wa