Page 113 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

I fought back a grumble. “I’ll call my pack and have a transport ready.”

Balin shifted on his feet, his lips pinched at the corners. I raised a brow at him.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to travel safely or that far.” Balin shot me a grimace. “In your condition, the wound can reopen with too much movement. I strongly encourage bedrest.”

Bedrest?!

My gaze swung to Damon. The determined glint in his eye had my hackles raised.

“The hell I will!”

Damon stood. “Thank you for your help, Balin.”

“Do you hear me, Damon?” A low growl sprung from my lungs.

“I’ll see myself out, Alpha,” Balin replied. He bowed his head and swept from the room, as if sensing the tension that was about to explode in a meltdown like a nuke.

As soon as the door closed, I detonated.

“Damon, I will not?—”

“I will have my lieutenant, Amber, send a message to your pack regarding your condition?—”

“If you think for one second?—”

He interrupted me again. “So, you’ll be unable to travel and be staying with my pack for the foreseeable future.”

“You flea-brained mongrel,” I hissed, fangs bared. “The hell I will sit here and stay on this bedrest, inyour bed.” After tossing off the covers, I swung my stiff legs over the bed’s edge to stand.

“I have no problem handcuffing you to the bedpost.”

My head snapped up. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Damon’s smirk looked like pure wickedness.

“I’ve always wanted to see you handcuffed to my bed.” His gaze turned smoldering. “Make my wet dream come true, Sasha.”

I was sure they could hear my answering snarl all the way across his territory.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: PASSIONATE SURRENDER

SASHA

Damon’s bedroom housed a total of three thousand five hundred lint molecules. How did I know that? One could only stare at four walls for so long, watch so much TV, that they needed to occupy themselves withsomethingbefore going mad.

Days had turned into two weeks, and my skin prickled with frustration. Damon kept me informed with the investigation as to the werebears’ manipulation by the Dark Fae. Still no leads to who the perpetrator was. Even with my pack and Damon’s operating on joined efforts.

I heaved a sigh before rolling onto my back. Evening had descended, and it was time to sleep. Except I couldn’t. A zing of heat pricked my core. I groaned, cursing inside my mind.

Shit, not again.

For the past three nights, my body became horny as hell—leaving my snatch wet, and nipples throbbing. But this wasn’t just any old urge. No, this was driven to a specific person, a certain male.

Damon.

His scent filled the room, wafted through my nostrils, and clung to the sheets. It invaded my dreams and sent me to the waking world bothered and empty, needing to be filled. My inner wolf threw her head back and let out a howl of desperation, desiring our fated mate. I growled, my claws slicing the knotted sheet in my hand.

I am more than my hormones. I am not weak like this. Like hell, I’ll call for Damon like a bitch in heat.

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