Damien's Pov The room was dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. I sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, my fingers gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. My friends—Tyler, Ash, Diego, and Zayn, who's my Beta— sat around me, their eyes were sharp, waiting for me to speak. But I couldn’t. Not yet because my chest felt tight, my body drained of energy. It made me feel so weak. That damn word rang in my head like a curse. I was never weak. Never. But tonight, I could barely keep my hands from trembling. I knew why and I fucking hated it. Diego leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey lazily. "So, let me get this straight. Your father is captured, your mate is missing. And you—" He pointed at me with an arrogant smirk. "—look like you’re about to pass out." Tyler chuckled, dragging out a cigar and lighting it slowly. "Never thought I’d see the great Damien looking like he’s been drained dry. What’s the matter
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