Sofia's POV
My wolf whimpered in my chest, her pain mirroring mine. I wanted to scream, to tear at something, but instead, I stood still, cold and numb, refusing to let him see how much it hurt.
"Fine," I said quietly, forcing my voice not to shake. "You're fucking other women, then I guess I can too."
His head snapped up at that, his eyes flashing with something dark, but instead of the rage I expected, he only scoffed.
"I never stopped you," he said flatly. "Do whatever you want."
Those words shattered me. Completely.
The Damien I knew, the man who once couldn't stand another man even looking at me, was gone. The Damien who used to pull me close, mark me, whisper that I was his and no one else's—he wasn't standing here anymore. This version of him was cold, distant, and unrecognizable.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning. "Right," I whispered. "Do whatever I want."
