Chapter 57

• The next morning, Damian leaned against the kitchen door frame, his gaze fixed on Amelia as she descended the stairs. "Come somewhere with me." His voice held that unmistakable Alpha command, firm and impossible to ignore.
• Still groggy and half-asleep, Amelia rubbed her messy hair, blinking up at him in confusion. "Where to?"
• "To see Celeste. I want to confront her." His words were resolute, and Ezra, his wolf, simmered beneath the surface, restless with the frustration that Amelia’s lingering coldness stirred in him. His unsettled mood only made dealing with pack matters feel unbearable.