DAMIAN’S POV.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked my driver, narrowing my eyes at the small restaurant before us.
“Yes, sir,” he nodded. “According to my source, Ash and Mirabel worked here for years before Mirabel started at the pack house.”
I nodded, my gaze lingering on the building. It was a modest place that wouldn’t attract much attention. The moment I headed for the door, I froze mid-step. My eyes locked on a sight I wasn’t prepared for: Vivian, my ex-fiancée, talking with Ash. My stomach churned with disgust. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Vivian had always claimed to despise Ash, yet they were chatting like old friends.
Vivian laughed and started walking out of the restaurant. Knowing her, this wasn’t a harmless conversation. No, this was Vivian. She was
