ELARA’S POV

Damon was mine.

Every muscle of his broad chest, every kind of thought in his sharp mind, and every bit of his Alpha power belonged to me. It wasn’t just a matter of desire to me; it was about ownership—I own him. He had no right to think of another woman, let alone be attracted to one. His soul was tied to mine, whether he liked it or not.

I paced to and fro in my dimly lit chamber, gripping the edge of a wooden table that was filled with vials, herbs, and spellbooks. The ...