While spacing out from her conversation with Luna Michelle, Talia's eyes moved to the handsome man who was standing nearby with Alpha Christian, Commander George, and Beta Caden.
Damon was in his late forties, yet he didn't have a single gray hair and his physique was impressive as ever. In less than a second, Damon's icy-blue eyes were directed at her. He could always sense when her attention was on him.
'Yes, kitten?' Damon's deep voice sounded in Talia's mind, making her smile widen.
'I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.'
He puffed his chest proudly. He didn't know why she said it, but it didn't matter. Talia praising him will never get old. 'The lucky one is me. Without you, none of this would be possible.'
