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Damien crouched under the shadow of a tall oak tree, watching the stillness of the Harvey pack’s territory. His breathing was shallow, controlled, as he observed the area with cold precision. It had been hours since the rogues had stopped searching for him, yet he knew better than to assume they’d given up. They were lurking, waiting, hoping to catch him off guard.

But they wouldn’t.

His mind was clear now, fueled by a rage so intense that it kept his heart pumping with renewed vigor. He had been a fool to trust Enzo, to let himself be blindsided by a friendship that was nothing but a facade. Ava's betrayal had already shattered a part of him, but now Enzo had stabbed him in the back as well, a man he had once called brother. And for what? Power, status... and Stephanie.

Stephanie—his mate. The one person who had truly stood by him, and he had been too blind to see it. The realization hit him hard, an ache in his chest that went deeper than any physical wound. His daughter was still o