Chapter 55: Pack Politics and Family Ties
(Seraphina's POV)
I leaned against the doorway of Damon's office, my eyes narrowing on the sleek device in his hand. My wolf stirred uneasily. The faint scent of omega lingering on it was impossible to miss. My chest tightened as jealousy clawed its way up my throat.
"Who messaged you, Damon?" I asked with forced lightness, though my wolf barely held back a snarl.
He didn’t look at me. His gaze stayed on the screen, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. "Pack business."
Pack business? That scent said otherwise.
I stepped closer, letting my presence fill the room. "The same omega who helped Lady Esmeralda earlier?" My voice stayed steady, but accusation hung in every syllable.
This time, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, his expression
