Damien's POV
Paxton assisted me into my room. I couldn’t believe I was this weak. Why was I being punished this way? I don’t think I have ever been this weak before in all my years of living as a werewolf.
“What should we do? You can’t keep going on like this,” Paxton said.
He was right. If the meeting with Elena had dragged on and I hadn’t gotten the chance to end it quickly, I would have been exposed and immediately released. The scent I poured on my body to cover up my human nature would wear off, and I would lose the respect I had worked so hard to earn.
“What do you suggest? I have no ideas, Paxton. I am really tired,” I muttered as I sank into my chair.
“I understand, Alpha, but I don’t think that there is much you can do to help your situation right now. You just need to eat al
