DAMIAN POV.
The silence was maddening, stretching like a noose around my patience. I grabbed the man by the jaw, yanking his face toward mine. His breath hitched, and his trembling betrayed every ounce of fear he was trying to mask.
“Who sent you?” My voice was low, each word cutting like broken glass. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
“Alpha, please!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I did not know she was your mate! If I had I —”
I didn’t let him finish. My grip tightened, and I leaned in closer, my teeth grinding together. “Spare me your excuses,” I spat. “Tell. Me. Who. Sent. You?”
The man hesitated, his eyes darting around the room as though searching for an escape that didn’t exist. Earlier that day, we had found him after a tip off. The driver who nearly killed Mirabel h
