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.

compete with her position,

matter how powerful Damon was, he was afraid of her, or

at him with a different expression

to match the intensity of the moment. She had easily won against Seraphine with Ravyn, and other women whom she

a click of the finger, she was most certain to destroy, win against, or eliminate any woman who stood in her way of making Damon her spare tire, just in case Seraphine’s

his head slightly, studying her as though trying

answered slowly.

it feel intentional, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the desk beside

pressed gently, her voice quieter

answer right away. Instead, he held her gaze deliberately, letting the silence stretch between them until it felt heavy, until it forced her to stay in the moment with

the anticipation building in her eyes, the

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

undeniable. Something ignited in Daisy’s eyes, a flicker of something both

had spent years being compared, evaluated, ranked against Seraphine in whispers and glances

the quiet strength

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

she received had felt conditional, every praise measured against

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