Marcus's POV
Fixing my gaze out the window, I took a sip from the glass of wine in my hand. My mind churned with thoughts of the past incident, and I let out a frustrated sigh, raking my fingers through my hair. Just then, I heard Damien's voice pierce through my thoughts.
“Alpha Marcus,” he said firmly. I turned sharply towards him, leaning against the wall with my eyes locked on his, waiting for him to continue.
“We didn’t find anything,” he muttered, shaking his head. His words hit me hard, and I cursed under my breath. There had to be records of Cassandra’s parents’ deaths; I refused to accept otherwise.
“No, that isn’t possible. There must be some documentation. Did you thoroughly check?” I pressed, urgency infusing my voice. It was evident that Cassandra was concealing some
