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Kiara's POV

"What are you doing in my room?"

Damien had zero concept of this little thing called personal space. How could he just waltz into and sit in my bedroom as though I had given him the leave to do that? Judy who did he think he was? I was sick and tired of the shit he was constantly pulling.

He didn't respond to me, instead he moved towards where I stood just by the closed door. I backed away instinctively before realizing I would be baiting his instincts as a Lycan so I stood still.

I stood still as he leaned in and sniffed at my neck then he let out a menacing snarl that almost had me quaking.

"Why do you reek of him?" He growled.

I shoved him away.

"And who are you to ask me that?!" I shouted.

"Who am I?" Damien looked incredulous. "I am your mate! Now answer my question. Didn't I tell you two days ago to let go of him but you came back to your room at this hour reeking of him?!"

I gaped at him in awe of his sheer arrogance then a laugh escaped me unawares and once I start