Chapter 60 – But you’re my Alpha’s woman

The shift was subtle, but Damon saw it clearly, watched it unfold across her face like a crack forming in polished glass.

His words had landed exactly where he wanted them to, with a precision that was close to perfect, not with force, not with accusation, but with that careful mix of warmth and doubt that made people question themselves more effectively than confrontation ever could.

Damon had carved this experience from years of dealing with smart people, both werewolves and humans in the city where competition was at a very high side.

He could almost see the battle happening behind Daisy’s eyes, pride fighting against fear, control slipping just enough to expose the insecurity she worked so hard to bury.

"Okay," she exhaled finally, the word leaving her like it cost something. She stepped closer, closing the space between them until the air felt charged and intimate.

"Promise me you won’t tell Ravyn, or I’ll make your life really miserable. Besides, he’ll never take your word over mine."

There it was, the threat wrapped in vulnerability, the reminder of her influence tucked inside a plea.

She needed him silent, but she also needed him on her side, and in many other ways, and that contradiction pulsed beneath her tone.

"I already know that," Damon replied calmly, not flinching, not retreating, his voice steady in a way that unsettled her more than anger would have.

her position, just quiet awareness,

afraid of her, or

she were collecting herself, then looked back up at him with a different expression entirely. The sharpness softened, the

the intensity of the moment. She

win against, or eliminate any woman who stood in her way of making Damon her spare tire, just in case Seraphine’s blows became to

quickly. He tilted his head slightly, studying her

he answered slowly. "Why do

intentional, her fingers brushing lightly against

you like?" she pressed gently, her voice quieter now, stripped of its

her gaze deliberately, letting the silence stretch between them until it felt heavy,

in her eyes, the fragile hope she would never admit to

his voice lowering just enough to make the words feel personal, private, almost forbidden. "But you’re my

and undeniable. Something ignited in Daisy’s eyes, a flicker of something both delicate and ravenous at

compared, evaluated, ranked against Seraphine in whispers and

the quiet strength people admired even when

to manufacture kindness, to offer smiles that earned approval even when resentment coiled tightly in her

had felt conditional,

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