Chapter 186 You’re mine
His kiss was both fierce and tender, a mix of passion and possessiveness. Kyra’s heart raced, and she clung to Damon, her fingers curling into the fabric of his robe. For a moment, everything else faded away—the contest, the crowd, even the cold.
Damon pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Kyra’s eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that took her breath away.
"I couldn’t hold back any longer," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You’re mine, little thing. Only mine."
Kyra’s heart pounded in her chest, but suddenly Vincent and Lucas’s faces flashed in her mind. She jolted upright from Damon’s arms, her face filled with panic.
"Little thing..." Damon muttered, standing up in shock as well.
"Sorry," Kyra mumbled hurriedly before running back toward the stage, her mind racing with confusion and guilt.
Damon watched her retreating form, his eyes turning cold. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to comprehend her reaction. Was her love for her mates so strong that there was no room in her heart for him?
"Don’t worry, little thing," he muttered darkly, a sadistic smile spreading across his sharp, handsome face. "Once I kill them, you’ll only have to be mine." The intensity in his eyes made his expression even more frightening.
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