I sat in my study, the heavy oak desk a barrier between me and the chaos of the world outside.
But tonight, peace eluded me.
My fingers drummed impatiently on the polished wood as I waited for the knock that would deliver the report I'd demanded.
Naomi—my treacherous little omega had wormed her way under my skin again, stirring doubts I couldn't afford. Three years ago, she'd fled after I found she's my mate, leaving me with a bond that festered like an open wound.
Now, captured, she still claimed innocence in her betrayals. But I knew better. Omegas like her were masters of deception, their sweet scents hiding venomous hearts.
The door creaked open, and my beta investigator, Thorne, slipped inside. He clutched a sealed envelope, his eyes avoiding mine, a sure sign of bad
