Damon’s POV:
Fifty-six missed calls.
Fifty-six times the device had vibrated against the counter in the last hour alone, and fifty-six times I had ignored it.
Ophelia still hadn’t come down. I kept my ears tuned to the upper floors, my Alpha senses picking up the faint creak of floorboards and the soft, muffled murmurs. Priyanka had slipped out fifteen minutes ago after briefing me on how Valeria had been sleeping the whole time.
I sat in my study, my knee bouncing with a restless, nervous energy as I stared at the digital files spread across my monitors. The Vorthas Pack. The Ambrose Enterprise. And the one thing that stood at the center of this entire mess: The Neo City Genesis Contract.
This project had been in the works for nearly a decade—the government’s plan to build a "smart c
