Claimed by My Ex Chapter 121 I promise

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 I promise

After our heart-to-heart, William shook his head, still simring with rage.

"That bastard Lawrence Sterling had the balls to show up at my door," he snarled, Alpha authority rolling off him in waves. "Said he ca to grovel for his son’s behavior, begging

to forgive Ethan. I threw his ass out. What nerve! Forgiveness? That piece of shit should be rotting in a cell!"

Nora bristled in my chest, feeding off his fury. His weathered face burned crimson with indignation, and I knew exactly why. Ethan hadn’t just stolen five years of my life—he’d tried to destroy

in a way that could’ve left permanent scars. If he’d succeeded, I might’ve spent forever living in that nightmare.

"The Sterlings have always been arrogant pricks, but this ti they’ve crossed every line," William continued, his fists clenched. "Victoria, I’ll never forgive what that animal tried to do to you. Never."

I rubbed his tense shoulders, feeling the knots of stress under my palms. "Don’t waste your energy getting worked up over trash like that. He’s not worth it. I won’t forgive him either." I pressed a kiss to his cheek. "If any Sterling scum cos sniffing around again, just slam the door in their faces, okay? Promise ."

"Deal," he agreed, his voice finally cooling down. "I promise."

The next couple days, I hung around the estate with William, soaking up the comfort of my childhood pack ho. But reality ca knocking eventually. Lancaster Enterprises was blowing up my phone, and I had to get back to my place in the city.

My Aspen suitcase had been sitting untouched since I got back. Now I just grabbed it, tossed in so extra stuff, and headed to my penthouse.

Once I got ho, I finally cracked open the suitcase to sort through everything. That’s when I spotted them—three expensive n’s coats folded neatly at the bottom. Damian’s coats.

As I ran my fingers over the luxury fabric, Nora stirred restlessly, mories crashing over

like a tidal wave. The first one I’d snatched when I bolted from his hotel room after the pool incident, wearing nothing but a bikini. The second he’d draped over my shoulders on the beach, worried I’d catch cold. The third—the one he’d given

after Ethan shredded my clothes, wrapping

in protection and dignity when I felt most broken.

I’d ant to return them but kept putting it off. Perfect excuse to see him again. I pulled out my phone and, after hesitating for a beat, typed: "You ho tonight?"

It was mid-afternoon, and Damian was probably neck-deep in Blood Moon pack business. No idea if he’d be free.

His reply ca back lightning-fast: "Why? You asking

out?"

I grinned at his cocky tone. "Maybe. The big bad Alpha got ti for little old ?"

"Your place or mine?" he shot back.

I thought for a second. "Mine."

"Done."

Around seven, my doorbell rang.

Him.

I yanked the door open, couldn’t hide my surprise. "You actually left work early?"

"You’re cooking?" His eyebrows shot up in genuine shock.

I nodded, wiping my hands on my apron. "Yeah. You eat yet?"

I’d planned this whole dinner as a proper thank-you for saving my ass from Ethan. Had gone completely overboard, slaving away in the kitchen for hours, though I hadn’t ntioned the feast when I invited him. Now I panicked that he might’ve already eaten.

"Nope," he said simply.

"Perfect. Co on in—don’t worry about your shoes. I’ve got sothing on the stove. Make yourself at ho, food’ll be ready in a few."

As I rushed back to the kitchen, I felt him trailing behind . When I glanced back, there he was, leaning against my doorfra, watching

with those predatory eyes.

I had my hair thrown up in a ssy bun, apron tied around my waist, moving around my kitchen like I owned it. Sothing in his expression shifted—actually softened—as he took in the sight.

The whole scene felt weirdly dostic, like we were playing house: husband coming ho from work, wife cooking dinner, waiting for him to walk through the door. The thought sent heat shooting up my neck.

I was almost done, just one last dish to finish. When I turned around again, Damian was still posted up, looking criminally good in his tailored suit. Even lounging against my doorfra, his height was intimidating, long legs crossed at the ankles.

The overhead light carved shadows across his sharp features, giving him an almost dangerous beauty that made my breath catch. Those steel-gray eyes locked on mine, and Nora practically purred in my chest.

After staring maybe a beat too long, I snapped out of it. "Why’re you just standing there? The smoke bothering you?"

I figured soone like Damian Sterling—Blood Moon Pack Alpha and corporate shark—probably didn’t spend much ti in kitchens.

"Making sure you’re not trying to poison ," he said with that smirk. "Gotta watch the chef."

"If I wanted you dead, you’d be six feet under before you knew what hit you," I shot back with a grin.

His lips curved into that devastating smile that transford his whole face from cold and intimidating to dangerously charming. God, this man was illegally beautiful—all sharp edges and authority when serious, but absolutely lethal when he smiled.

"Go park yourself in the dining room," I waved him away. "I’ll be right out."

He actually listened, though technically he’d never stepped foot in my kitchen anyway.

A few minutes later, I carried out the final dish. I’d gone completely nuts—despite it being just the two of us, my table looked like Thanksgiving. Fresh lobster flown in that morning, several comfort food dishes I’d made from scratch, and soup that’d been simring for hours.

Damian stared at the spread like it might bite him.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, catching his expression. "Dig in!"

"Why the five-star treatnt?" He squinted at

suspiciously. "Either you screwed up big ti, or you want sothing major from ."