My mates in Beastworld

Damon’s POV

After we reached inside our house, Kyra looked at me, her eyes soft but determined. "Sit on the sofa, I will treat your wounds," she said, her voice gentle. I could feel her care, the genuine concern she had for me. As she placed her hand on my shoulder and helped me sit down, I couldn’t help but glance at her face.

Although sitting next to this wolf male wasn’t exactly my idea of comfort, I couldn’t deny the relief that washed over me knowing Kyra hadn’t ignored me. But it hit me then—how impulsive I’d become, how my emotions had been controlling me rather than the other way around. This wolf, Lucas, was far from stupid. He played the part of a fool well, but now I could see just how deep he truly was. All this time, I thought Vincent was the cunning one, but Lucas... he was on another level.

I had underestimated him. That was my mistake, and one I wouldn’t repeat. I’m good at reading emotions, and now that I’ve seen through Lucas’s act, I realize how wrong I was to think he was simple-minded. He’s been pretending to be silly, playing the fool, but underneath that exterior, he’s calculating—deeper than I gave him credit for.

Now that I know the truth, I’ll be more careful. I’ll not make the mistake of underestimating him again. This was just the beginning. The real challenge would be learning to control my impulses and outmaneuvering him without losing Kyra’s trust or affection in the process. The game was on, and this time, I would be the one to come out on top.

Kyra looked at me, then at my wounds, before she gently took my hands in hers. Her small hands were so soft and supple, a stark contrast to my rougher ones. It wasn’t just her hands; her entire being was delicate in a way that made me feel protective, yet drawn to her in a way I hadn’t expected.

I’ve never cared much for a female’s outer appearance, but Kyra... she made me fall in love with her without even trying. Being around her felt right, natural. I couldn’t get enough of the warmth and comfort that washed over me whenever I held her hands. The sensation that coursed through my body whenever I kissed her was something new, something powerful, and it made me crave more of her.

As I sat there, I suddenly felt a warmth spreading through my body, my wounds beginning to heal. I looked over at Kyra, noticing how her eyes were closed, her focus entirely on healing me. She was still wearing her clothes with the hood like thing on her head, her long red hair cascading out from beneath it. Her skin was as soft as it looked, and I found myself admiring her all over again.

What I loved most about her were her eyes. They had a depth and warmth that drew me in, and I could never get enough of them. I often found myself wanting to stare at her, to lose myself in those eyes that held so much kindness and strength.

The outcome of today’s events wasn’t what I had expected, but I didn’t regret it. Kyra had already accepted me as her mate, and it was only a matter of time before she’d forget this incident and fall completely in love with me. She was already halfway there; I could feel it. The only obstacle was this cunning wolf, Lucas, who had managed to make me look like the bad one in her eyes. But no matter—I was patient. I would win her over, and she’d be mine, truly and completely.