Claimed by My Ex Chapter 191 Who sent you?

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Who sent you?

Damian’s POV

I faced the people who had been tracking , unable to hide the killing intent in my eyes. "Who sent you?"

The bodyguards visibly tensed, stiff as stones under my scrutiny. I could sll the fear on them—that subtle scent change wolves could identify, representing submission. They were all well-trained professionals, yet they stood frozen before , perhaps wondering why soone of my power would need protection.

"Miss Lancaster sent us, sir," one finally answered, his voice barely steady.

"Victoria?" I frowned, and at her na, my wolf Arthur stirred within . Then anger surged again. "You dare use Victoria’s na as cover? Take them out!" I signaled to my security team, who imdiately stepped forward.

"Using her as an excuse was a terrible choice," I growled low. "She would never arrange to have

killed."

"No, Mr. Sterling!" The lead bodyguard’s heartbeat quickened but remained steady—I knew he wasn’t lying. "We truly are here to protect you under orders. Miss Lancaster arranged for us to secretly guard you. We were told not to reveal ourselves unless there was danger."

I paused, my anger gradually transforming into another emotion. "Victoria arranged protection... for ?"

Could this be real? Would she truly care about my safety enough to deploy her own security personnel?

"Yes, sir. Miss Lancaster recently ntioned you might be in danger. Our orders are to only intervene when necessary, otherwise remain undetected." The man’s scent confird his honesty, and Arthur rumbled with satisfaction within .

"Victoria really sent you?" I needed to hear it again, savoring this news like a fine delicacy.

"Yes, Mr. Sterling. Miss Lancaster arranged it personally."

Warmth flooded through —a feeling I hadn’t experienced in decades. So Victoria wasn’t as cold and indifferent as she pretended to be. She cared about —she’d been thinking of . Despite her surface hostility, deep down she worried about my safety.

My wolf was practically beside itself with excitent. From the mont we first caught Victoria’s scent, Arthur had known she was ours, even though she couldn’t sense it because of that damned concealnt bracelet. This proved that on so level, she too felt the attraction between us.

"Then continue your mission," I said, barely concealing my satisfaction. My earlier plan to arrange protection for Victoria now seed almost comical—we’d thought of the sa thing without realizing it.

"However, I have one condition," I added, a plan forming in my mind.

"What would that be, sir?" the lead bodyguard asked cautiously.

I smiled, knowing this would drive Victoria crazy. "You must report my whereabouts to Victoria regularly—in fact, several tis a day. Everything I do, everywhere I go, tell her about it. Make sure she’s completely inford."

If she wanted to know what I was doing, I’d give her far more information than she bargained for. Let her pretend not to care while receiving hourly updates on my life. The thought of maintaining this roundabout connection with her made my wolf rumble with excitent.

Soon, she’d have to admit what I already knew—we were ant to be together.

The Moon Goddess had made us for each other, and even Victoria Lancaster’s stubborn resistance couldn’t change that fundantal truth.

Victoria’s POV

I had indeed arranged protection for Damian.

I received updates about Damian every day. Though we were apart, it felt like spending every day with him.

Emotionally cowardly as I was, I couldn’t resist love’s pull—I yearned to know everything about him.

Especially after we’d made love.

My assigned security personnel sent updates on his whereabouts every thirty minutes—where he was, who he t, what he ate, even when he went to the bathroom. I hadn’t seen him once, yet I knew his every move.

At noon today, my phone buzzed with another ssage. "Mr. Sterling is having lunch with a lady," my security reported.

My wolf Nora stirred restlessly within , bringing an inexplicable unease. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in my chest.

"You don’t need to report such trivial details," I replied, gripping my phone tightly. "I hired you to protect him, not monitor his every move. Stop reporting things like this."

Who Damian had lunch with was his private business. I didn’t want to invade his privacy—at least that’s what I told myself, though my inner wolf was pacing anxiously.

"But Miss Lancaster, Mr. Sterling seems very friendly with her. They’re laughing and talking, appearing quite intimate," the guard continued.

"Everyone has friends of the opposite sex," I countered, though my wolf growled in protest. "Damian knows many businesswon. Good relationships are natural."

"He’s also serving food onto her plate."

My heartbeat skipped. That... that did suggest so level of intimacy. Especially for soone like Damian. He wasn’t the type to casually dine with just anyone, much less personally serve them food.

I suddenly beca curious about this woman. What kind of person could make Damian Sterling so attentive? My inner wolf released a possessive snarl.

"Enough," I said firmly, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. "I don’t need any more reports about Damian’s private affairs."

What I didn’t know was that the guard imdiately relayed my response to Damian himself: "Alpha Sterling, Miss Lancaster didn’t seem to react much."

In reality, Damian had been dining alone. He’d instructed the security to fabricate the story.

Damian frowned, his face full of frustration. She had no reaction? How could she not be jealous?

Did Victoria truly not care about him at all?

The thought sent a sharp pain through his chest, but Damian’s resilience was legendary. If this thod didn’t work, he’d try another.

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That evening, I returned to my apartnt building after a long day’s work. Before I even saw him, the scent of cedar and midnight roses hit . Damian was waiting outside my door, dressed casually yet devastatingly handso—a rare sight indeed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprise evident in my voice. Those supposedly thorough guards hadn’t told

Damian was lurking outside my door like a predator lying in wait.

"Waiting for you," he replied, his voice deep and husky, sending shivers down my spine. Without another word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled

toward him. "Co with ."

His touch electrified , Nora howling approval within . "Where are we going?" I barely managed to ask as he practically dragged

into the elevator.

"My place," he answered, his thumb casually stroking the inside of my wrist. His touch made my heart race.

"Why are we going to your place?" I asked, but he still gripped my hand tightly, our fingers intertwined.

The elevator was fast, rising only one floor. Within seconds we reached Damian’s level, and he led

directly to his apartnt door.

Once inside, he guided

to the dining area, where I stopped and stared. The table was laden with an elaborate spread—steak, roasted vegetables, pasta that looked absolutely divine, and what appeared to be freshly baked bread.

"You said my cooking wasn’t fit for dogs," Damian said, a hint of vulnerability showing through his usually impenetrable exterior. "I spent the afternoon practicing. Will you be my food critic?"

I noticed small burn marks on the backs of his hands—evidence of his struggles in the kitchen. Realizing he’d taken my offhand comnt to heart sent warmth flooding through .

"You made all of this yourself?" I asked softly, staring at the elaborate dinner.

Food had never been particularly important to , but seeing this table brought back mories of Ethan. I used to carefully prepare als and wait for him at ho, but most nights he wouldn’t show up. I’d sit alone facing all that food, my efforts wasted because he couldn’t appreciate them.

Only soone who’d cooked could understand the effort required to prepare such a feast. Ethan had never cooked for —not once. He always said cooking and housework were "won’s responsibilities." I’d thought it was complete bullshit even then, but I’d loved him too much to argue. And now, here was Damian Sterling, willing to learn to cook just because of sothing I’d said.

The contrast couldn’t be starker. My wolf purred with satisfaction, sensing what I still refused to acknowledge—this man was doing everything possible to prove himself worthy of being my mate.