Damien stepped into Alec’s cabin, tension riding on every muscle of his body. He didn’t knock—he never needed to. He was Alec’s shadow, his confidant. But the moment his eyes fell on the scene before him, his footsteps froze.
Melissa stood far too close to Alec—so close that the edge of her dress brushed against Alec’s leg. Her posture was awkward, her gaze lowered, but Alec? He looked composed, predatory, and in complete control of the moment.
Alec, noticing Damien’s presence, raised a brow and leaned back slightly in his chair. “Damien,” he said coolly. “Since you’re already here, why don’t you join the discussion?”
Damien cleared his throat, forcing his expression to remain neutral as he walked further inside and took the seat beside Salena. But the very act of sitting beside her spa
