LUCAS POV
I can’t believe I am back to this f*****g place that reminds me of Lilya.
The air in Alpha Damon's chamber hung heavy with tension, a brewing storm that was about to unleash its fury. I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on.
"You ordered that attack," I accused, my voice low and steady.
Alpha Damon's eyes narrowed, his posture rigid. "It was necessary, Lucas. That pack posed a threat."
I scoffed, disbelief coursing through me. "A threat? They were innocent, Damon. You've gone too far this time."
He leaned forward, his voice a dangerous growl. "You've always been too soft, Lucas. It's time you learned what it takes to lead."
I took a step closer, my own anger simmering beneath the surface. "Leading isn't about cruelty, Damon. It's about strength tempered with compa
