I stared at the man standing beneath the ancient throne, unable to look away from the face that belonged to Damian, yet everything about him told me he was not the man I loved. His ancient crown rested against dark, bloodstained armor, and his golden eyes held a sadness that made my chest tighten even before he spoke again. Damian stepped closer to me, his expression filled with disbelief, while Marcus and Aurelius remained behind us, both watching the ancient Alpha with the same caution I felt.“You were the one who betrayed me?” I asked, forcing the words past the knot in my throat. The First Alpha lowered his weapon and looked directly at me, and for the first time I noticed that his face was not completely identical to Damian’s because there was something older in his features, something shaped by centuries of guilt and regret. “Yes,” he answered quietly, and Damian immediately moved between us as though the confession itself had become a threat.“Tell me what you did,” Damian dema
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