Claimed by My Ex Chapter 64 Jealousy

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Jealousy

Damian’s POV:

I’d been waiting outside Victoria’s house for what felt like an eternity, checking my watch repeatedly. It was almost eleven at night, and still no sign of her.

After signing the contract earlier today, I’d handed it over to Kane, making him promise not to ntion it to Victoria just yet. I couldn’t let her think she could walk away from our arrangent so easily. I hadn’t seen her in days, and sothing about that bothered

more than I cared to admit.

Arthur, my wolf, was growing restless inside . *Mate,* he kept insisting.

When I’d returned ho tonight and found myself unable to focus on work, I’d decided to co to her apartnt, only to discover she wasn’t there. So here I was, waiting like so lovesick teenager outside her door.

Finally, the elevator doors slid open, and my wolf imdiately recognized her sweet scent mixed with alcohol... and sothing else. Soone else. A low growl built in my chest before I could stop it.

Victoria erged with a man’s arm around her waist, the two of them looking far too comfortable with each other. My eyes narrowed as recognition hit . I’d seen his face before—Catherine had sent

a photo of them dining alone together last week, suggesting he might be one of Victoria’s potential suitors.

And now she was bringing him ho? My wolf snarled, possessive instincts flaring despite my rational mind’s objections.

Victoria appeared drunk, her golden eyes blinking repeatedly as she tried to focus on

standing in her hallway. The territorial rage building inside

was almost uncontrollable.

"Victoria," I commanded, my voice cold and hard. "Co here."

Instead of obeying, she backed away slightly, her chin lifting in defiance. "Why should I co over there? I won’t!" Her voice carried that stubborn edge I’d co to expect from her.

The man beside her stiffened, positioning himself slightly in front of her. "Who are you? What are you doing at Victoria’s ho?" he demanded.

"Victoria?" I repeated, fixating on how he’d called her by her full na rather than the nickna I’d just heard. "What’s your relationship with her?"

"That’s none of your business," he replied coolly. "It’s inappropriate for you to be here this late. If you need to speak with Victoria, co back tomorrow."

I felt my patience snap. "It’s inappropriate for

to be here, but perfectly fine for you? What are you—another one of her lovers?"

"Your language is offensive," he retorted. "How does Victoria even know soone like you? Please step aside."

I extended my hand toward Victoria, my wolf’s dominance seeping into my voice. "Co here. Now."

She remained stubbornly in place, her resistance only inflaming my wolf further. I could feel Arthur pushing against my control, demanding I assert myself more forcefully.

"Can’t you see she doesn’t want to go with you?" the man said. "She clearly doesn’t want to see you. Please leave—Victoria needs rest, and I’ll take care of her."

"That won’t be necessary," I growled, stepping closer. "My relationship with Victoria is far more intimate. I’ll take care of her."

I moved to take her from him, but he pulled her back protectively. "More intimate? Are you her boyfriend?"

I paused. What was I to her? Her ex-boyfriend’s brother? The man she’d spent one passionate night with? The business partner she’d been avoiding?

"I am her boyfriend," I stated firmly. "Now hand her over."

He looked skeptical. "I’ve never heard Victoria ntion you. Can you prove it? Do you have photos together?"

We didn’t have a single picture together. But I rembered sothing else. "I have her door code. Is that proof enough?"

The man watched doubtfully as I approached the door and punched in the sequence Victoria had given

when she’d asked

to retrieve her clothes. The door unlocked with a satisfying click.

His expression changed to surprise. "You..."

Before he could finish, I moved swiftly, pulling Victoria against my side. Her sweet scent enveloped , mixed with alcohol and sothing else I couldn’t quite identify. My wolf settled slightly at the contact, pleased to have her close again.

"Ti to go ho, little wolf," I murmured, guiding her through the doorway before slamming the door in her companion’s face.

The man imdiately began pounding on the door. "Open up! Open up!"

I ignored him, carrying Victoria to the couch and setting her down gently. She tried to stand, wobbling slightly. "Damien, what are you doing here? How did you get in?"

Even drunk, she recognized . Sothing about that satisfied both

and my wolf.

"Sit down," I commanded, unable to keep the edge from my voice. My emotions were a tangled ss I couldn’t sort through.

"This is my apartnt," she protested, "how did you get in? You... you..."

She trailed off, falling back onto the couch and rubbing her temples. Without thinking, I moved closer, my hand replacing hers, gently massaging her head. "Headache? That’s what happens when you drink too much."

My wolf urged

to check her for injuries, to ensure she was unhard. I fought the instinct, channeling it into anger instead. "How well do you know that man, drinking so much with him? Did he push drinks on you? Do you have any sense of self-preservation? Coming ho drunk with a stranger in the middle of the night—do you know what he might have done to you?"

The words poured out before I could stop them. "You’re so guarded around , but with other n, you let down all your defenses? That man isn’t even attractive—certainly not compared to . Victoria, if you’re looking for company, you should co to

instead!"

I continued my frustrated monologue while she stared blankly at my mouth moving. Suddenly, she swatted at my face, her palm connecting with my cheek with surprising gentleness.

"Victoria," I said incredulously, "I’m trying to help you, and you’re hitting ?"

"This mosquito is so noisy..." she mumbled, waving her hand again.

A mosquito? She thought I was a mosquito? I was speechless.

"Rember what I’m telling you," I continued, trying to sound authoritative despite the absurdity of the situation. "n aren’t to be trusted. Don’t get drunk around other n again. Next ti, I’ll withdraw the contract—Blood Moon will never work with Lancaster Enterprises again!"

"Contract?" she perked up at that word, trying to stand. "Where’s the contract?"

She muttered under her breath, "That bastard Damien, heartless jerk, stringing

along... always promising to cooperate but never giving

a contract to sign."

My wolf bristled at her insults, even as I found myself oddly amused by her drunken candidness.

"Who’s the bastard? Who’s heartless?" I asked, pulling her back when she tried to move away.

Victoria looked up then, her golden eyes eting mine but not quite focusing. She seed to be studying my face with drunken intensity.

I continued my lecture: "Do you know how long I waited for you today? And here you are, drunk with another man—"

My words were cut short as Victoria suddenly rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine.