Rejected Omega: Claimed By Her Ex's Uncle
Damon's POV
In the evening, I had planned to stay by Reina’s side and welcome her friend to our home, but the nature of my work rarely respects personal time.
Duty demanded my immediate attention.
Now, standing in the center of the barracks under the harsh overhead lights, I took the tablet from Angus’s Beta.
"Who is this?" I asked, scrolling through the images.
On the screen, a man appeared to be in his mid-forties. He had a light beard and a prominent burn scar trailing along the lower left side of his cheek. His eyes were cold, fixed in a stare that suggested he was used to being the hunter.