Aria's POV
The room was charged with tension, the kind that settled deep into your chest and made every breath feel heavier. I sipped the water Damon handed me, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat but doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. I was surrounded by faces—some familiar, some not—but all of them were watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
Setting the glass down, I finally asked the question that had been burning on my tongue. “Who are they?” My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
The rugged man stepped forward, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “Ronan,” he said, his voice even but firm. “I was your father’s Beta.”
The words struck me like a physical blow. “You’re from my pack?” I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief.
He nodded
