King Damon POV
I felt someone linking my mind. My beta.
Sir, two vampires are requesting to speak with you.
Send them away. I'm busy.
Sir, they are looking for her as well.
I was on my feet before he even finished the thought. I already knew exactly who he meant.
I hated vampires, but I had been quietly building an army to storm the Black Alder packhouse and take my girl back — killing her mates in the process. If these two wanted the same thing, they might be useful.
Send them up.
Right away, sir.
Ten minutes later, two pale men entered the room. One had black hair, the other pale blonde. Both were dressed in all black. Both had blood-red eyes. They bowed, and I nodded.
"I am called Armden," the dark-haired one said.
"I am called Romero," the blonde said.
"What business do you
