Claimed by My Ex Chapter 11 You like married women!

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 You like married won!

Author’s POV

Damian Sterling sat in the center of the sofa, his cold gaze sweeping over Felix before drawling lazily, "Can’t survive without won?"

"It’s not like that," Felix protested. "I just don’t understand where this indifference toward won cos from. Since childhood, you’ve had females throwing themselves at you, but I’ve never seen you give them a second glance. Not even the beautiful ones can catch your attention?"

Felix suddenly thought of sothing, protectively clutching his jacket to his chest as he looked at Damian in horror. "Wait—you don’t like n, do you?"

Damian gave him a sideways glance. "What exactly about you would be worth my attention?"

"I’m pretty handso, you know," Felix replied with mock seriousness.

Of course, it was all in jest. Felix scooted closer on the sofa and continued, "Last ti we were supposed to et at that bar, you were in a business eting, but before I arrived, I heard so woman had taken you away. You’ve been too busy to et since then. So tell —who is this mysterious woman who could actually lead away the great Damian Sterling?"

Damian’s long, elegant fingers gripped his wine glass, the deep red liquid swirling with his movents. His gaze fell on the wine, but seed to be looking through it toward sothing more distant.

After a pause, he finally answered, "Just a drunk woman."

"A drunk woman? You’re kidding , right? I’ve drunk with you plenty of tis. I’ve seen what happens when drunk won throw themselves at you. You literally kicked one across the room."

To Felix, any woman being able to approach Damian seed like a miracle.

Damian simply continued drinking, saying nothing more on the topic.

Felix abandoned the subject and switched gears. "Want to hit the racetrack in a few days? I haven’t seen you drive in ages. I miss those days."

"We’ll see. If I have ti," Damian replied.

"Alright, we’ll plan it later."

Felix clinked glasses with Damian. After a few more drinks, he comnted, "You have to admit, Ethan’s mother is remarkable. Climbing from nothing to beco Mrs. Sterling, and now her bastard son has been legitimized too. Quite the success story."

At this, Damian’s eyes turned cold. "The Northstream Pack isn’t so easily infiltrated."

Packs were indeed like wolf dens—so people desperately wanted to escape, while others were equally desperate to get in.

Damian had been forced to leave the Northstream Pack at age ten. He still rembered those difficult tis.

Through his own strength, he had beco the mysterious Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack—an existence as powerful as the Crescent Dawn Pack.

He hid his identity naturally because he wanted revenge on those who had hurt him.

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Sophia Mitchell was in a foul mood. After that humiliating incident had even beco a trending topic online, she’d been thoroughly scolded by her parents. Furious, she’d co out drinking alone.

As a quite attractive woman, she usually had no trouble attracting male attention. Tonight was no exception—Sophia sat surrounded by admirers like a star encircled by planets.

However, when Victoria and Grace entered the upscale club, all eyes imdiately turned in their direction.

The n’s gazes were primal, hungry, excited—so intensely fixed on Victoria’s figure that they could barely look away.

After entering, Grace removed Victoria’s coat, declaring it criminal to hide such a perfect figure. Since tonight was about excitent and living boldly, there was no need for modesty.

The mont they entered, n sward toward them. Even those surrounding Sophia abandoned her to approach Victoria.

Watching Victoria from across the room, Sophia’s jealousy exploded. She imdiately grabbed her phone to text Ethan: "Brother, I’m at the club and just saw Victoria. She’s dressed like a complete slut, trying to seduce every man here. It’s disgusting!"

Ethan’s reply ca imdiately: "Which club?"

Sophia sent the venue’s na. At that mont, Ethan was in bed with Scarlett, who was trying to seduce him and was nearly undressed. To her shock, Ethan pushed her away and began getting dressed.

"Ethan, where are you going so late?" Scarlett demanded.

"Sothing at the office," he replied curtly.

Scarlett’s expression darkened. Was he really rushing out because of work?

After sending the text, Sophia watched jealously as Victoria was surrounded by n. That attention should have been hers!

n eagerly crowded around Victoria.

"Beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" one asked.

"Have a drink with —my father’s a diplomat, more impressive than his family," another offered.

"My sister’s a celebrity. Want her autograph? Have this drink with

and I’ll introduce you to the entertainnt industry. With that face, I guarantee you’ll be famous!" a third promised.

The commotion attracted attention from the club’s various private rooms. Even from the upper floors, the escalating cheers could be clearly heard.

Felix stood up, intrigued. "What’s all that noise about? I better go check it out."

Always fond of excitent—and being the owner of this venue—Felix naturally needed to know what was happening in his club.

From the third-floor corridor, Felix caught a glimpse of the woman surrounded below.

His eyes imdiately widened. She was absolutely stunning!

Under the club’s lights, she looked completely out of place—too ethereal for such an environnt. "Breathtaking" hardly seed adequate to describe her beauty. For a mont, Felix wondered if his eyes were deceiving him. How could any woman be this beautiful?

He quickly snapped a photo with his phone, then returned to the private room.

"Damian, there’s an absolute goddess downstairs," he announced excitedly. "She looks like she stepped out of a fantasy. Don’t you want to see?"

Damian showed little interest. No matter how beautiful, won rarely stirred any reaction in him.

However, at the ntion of beauty, an image flashed through his mind—a truly gorgeous face, especially captivating in passion beneath him, breathlessly gasping "Damian."

The mory was brief, but enough to make Damian suddenly feel thirsty.

He drained his glass in one gulp, but the inner restlessness didn’t subside.

Madness, being so obsessed with one woman.

"Not interested," Damian said after downing another drink.

"Suit yourself, but ease up on the alcohol," Felix replied. "I’m going to take another look. Beauties like that aren’t common—I might get her number."

Downstairs, the n surrounding Victoria weren’t the type Grace had in mind for her friend, so she led Victoria upstairs.

Their reserved room was on the third floor.

When they reached a private room, the door unexpectedly opened and Felix appeared, directly colliding with Grace.

"Ah!" Grace cried out as Felix instinctively caught her waist.

"Watch where you’re going!" Grace snapped, rubbing her forehead and glaring at him.

Felix was surprised by her hostility. "I’m not the one who crashed into a man’s arms. How was I to know you weren’t deliberately lurking here?"

"You? Why would anyone target you? Co on, Victoria, let’s go!"

Grace had no patience for this exchange, pulling Victoria toward the adjacent room—their reservation.

The door to Felix and Damian’s room was slightly ajar, and Damian caught fragnts of the conversation.

Victoria?

Felix’s gaze lingered on Victoria. Beautiful—truly, spectacularly beautiful, the kind that stopped hearts.

Even after they disappeared into their room, Felix couldn’t tear his gaze from where she’d stood.

"Damian, you really missed out. Won like that are extrely rare."

But Damian replied coolly, "I’ve seen her before."

"You have? Where? Did you et her overseas? One of those blonde beauties?"

"No," Damian said simply.

He recalled Victoria at the gala—truly stunning.

Felix grew more curious. "Then who is she? Tell ! I want to know your type."

Damian’s response was cryptic: "I enjoy taking what others treasure most."

"What?" Felix paused, confused by this statent. "What does that even an?"

Then, with a gleam in his eyes, Felix boldly speculated, "Oh, I get it—you like married won!"

Damian stared at him, speechless.