The security guard near the heavy glass door trembled like a dry leaf caught in a strong wind, keeping his gaze locked onto the polish of his own boots. His entire posture bent low in complete submission, but Alpha Damon didn't spare him a single glance. He glided past the terrified man as if he were nothing more than a ghost, entirely unbothered by the world around him. I stayed close behind his heel, shivering slightly as the sharp, freezing air of the air-conditioned store hit my bare skin.
The interior was massive, bathed in blinding white light that made my eyes ache. A young woman wearing a crisp uniform and a shiny name tag spotted us from across the polished floor. Seeing Damon’s tailored suit, her eyes lit up, and she came bustling over with an eager, overly bright smile plastere
