Chapter 22- Desperate Lies
Damian ~~
I gripped the arms of my chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The wooden frame groaned under the pressure, but I couldn't bring myself to loosen my hold.
Not when I was forced to sit here and watch this nightmare unfold in front of me.
Selene.
My Selene.
In another man's arms.
Dancing..
With him.
Killian.
That bastard. That arrogant, good-for-nothing bastard who thought he could walk into my pack, into my life, and take what was mine.
The entire hall had their eyes on them—admiring how smoothly he moved with her, how effortlessly they fit together.
I wanted to rip them apart.
I wanted to be the one holding her, touching her, guiding her across the dance floor like she belonged to me.
Because she did.
She always had.
Since we were kids, Selene and I had been inseparable. She had loved me for as long as I could remember, and I had loved her just as fiercely.
So why?
Why was she allowing this?