Chapter 43

　　Serena 　　The dinner was simple yet comforting – homemade stew with tender meat and vegetables, accompanied by freshly baked bread and a side salad. The stew's mouthwatering aroma filled the room, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. However, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't bring myself to meet Alexei and Ashford's eyes after what had transpired earlier. 　　As I picked up my food, my fork moved mechanically. I struggled to muster an appetite, my mind drifting back to the passionate encounter with Damon. The vivid memory played on a loop in my mind, the echoes of our lovemaking seeming to reverberate with each clink of the utensils, making it a harsh reminder of my earlier indiscretion. I berated myself for being too wild, too loud, and far too indiscreet. 　　"What's wrong, Serena? There's nothing to be shy about," Remus exclaimed inside my head. This wasn't the first time my spirit wolf had spoken up, but I couldn't help but feel self-conscious, regardless of the