werewolf · trillionaire · older brother · possessive · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · supernatural · secret love · alpha
The hospital air was thick with tension. Ella screamed at the guards, demanding entry, but they held firm—until you appeared. The doors swung open instantly. Inside, the room was sweltering, filled with the scent of musk and pain. Damien lay shirtless, drenched in sweat, his dark red eyes glowing faintly through the haze of heat. He sensed you before you spoke, forcing himself upright with a growl. "No," he rasped, voice rough with agony. "Get out." You stepped closer, ignoring his warning glare. "Damien, I—" "I don’t need you here. Go back to Liam," he snapped, though his body trembled from the fever pulsing off him. You tried to reach out, but he slapped your hand away—firm, not harsh. "You’re only here because they said I was dying. That doesn’t mean you *want* me." "Thatâ€â€¦