Damon’s POV
The moment Nyra left the throne room, I summoned Alpha Tristan.Not immediately.Not publicly.Calmly.
Quietly.
The way truly dangerous decisions were made.Interesting.Very interesting.Because I wasn't angry anymore.Anger was hot.
Fast.
Impulsive.
What I felt now was cold.
Much colder.
For years, I had tolerated things from Nyra and her family that I would never have accepted from anyone else.
Advice.
Influence.
Interference.
Pressure.
At the time, I convinced myself it was partnership.
Support.
Loyalty.
Now?
Now I wasn't so sure.
The words echoed through my head long after she left.
"Do not forget who helped put you on that throne."
Helped.
The implication irritated me.
No.
Not irritated.
Insulted.
Because somewhere along the way, they had forgotten somet
