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As soon as Hank stepped into the study, the heavy atmosphere immediately pressed down . Alpha Damien was sitting behind his large oak desk, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His tension was visible, and Hank could sense that something was wrong. Damien gestured for him to sit down, but there was a hesitancy in his eyes that Hank couldn’t ignore.

Hank slowly lowered himself into the chair across from Damien, his concern growing. "Is there a problem, Damien?" Hank asked, his voice was low.

Alpha Damien didn’t respond right away. He sat back in his chair, staring at a spot on the desk as if he were weighing his words. After what felt like an eternity, he let out a deep, heavy sigh, rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve some of the tension building inside him.

"After my morning run," Damien finally began, his voice low and measured, "I was heading back to my room when I passed by Caleb’s door. I heard him crying... really crying."

Hank’s heart tightened. Caleb was a sweet boy, full