AMAYA'S POV “You…” he started, his voice hoarse and anguished. His fingers trailed down my face as he gazed fixedly at me. “Why did you stop me?”Funny that I myself couldn't answer this question. While everyone saw the murderous part of him, deep within him lurked pain and hurt. When I saw him grabbing onto the edges of the sword while it cut through him, I couldn't say, but something inside me felt differently drawn to his hidden pain. “Are you alright?” I asked, swiftly ignoring his question. His eyes squinted at me. I stepped back glancing around. “Your hand needs to be treated. Is there a first aid kit somewhere?”As I turned to search for one, he grabbed my hand unexpectedly, swirling me, causing my body to slam into his own. His arms reached and circled around me and his intense gaze on me deepened, piercing right through me. He leaned in. “I am Alpha Damian. I don't need first aid treatments.” His breath sent shudders down my spine. For a split second, a razz idea came upo
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