Alpha Lucien’s POV
“Alpha,” Damian said as he stepped into the war room, brushing snow from his shoulders.
I didn’t lift my head from the map in front of me. “Any information yet?”
“Yes, father. They’ve gone to her father’s pack, but I haven’t gotten full access inside. The pack is heavily guarded, and the Alpha is dying. Things are shifting. They’re being careful.”
I looked up. Damian’s face was calm, too calm. Deceptively loyal. He had learned well from me, how to play both sides, how to smile while drawing a blade.
“I want names,” I said coldly. “Allies. Weaknesses. Who’s protecting Aria? I need her back before the full moon.”
“She’s not planning to return,” Damian replied. “She’s questioning everything, even her connection to the child.”
My jaw clenched. “She doesn’t need to bel
