Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE

I stare at him, “Why do you have to make it sound like that?”

“Like what?” Damien raises a brow.

“Like you’re doing me a favor!”

He grins, “You’re overthinking this-”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, “Maybe because I like watching you get all worked up.”

“Sadist.”

“I’m the demon king for a reason,” he whispers before pressing his lips against my temple in a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

I push him away before wrapping my arms around my knees, “I’m serious, Damien.”

“I know,” his voice is unexpectedly quiet. I sneak a look at him and he’s wearing a distant expression on his face. “Love can’t be forced, little wolf, and neither can bonds. I know that from personal experience.”

Dismay is like a punch in the gut, “But how do I-”