Damon's POV
I stared down at Kenneth, the man who had been my driver for years, the man who had seen more of my life than most others. He was kneeling in front of me in the damp, cold dungeon, his body trembling, his head bowed. Coward.
He couldn’t even look me in the eyes. My chest burned with the ache that never left, the curse that had been eating away at me for weeks. But no pain was greater than the sting of betrayal.
“Why did you betray your Alpha?” I asked, my voice low and controlled. My words cut through the air like a blade.
Kenneth didn’t answer. He couldn’t—or wouldn’t.
“Answer me.” My tone darkened, my patience thinning.
Still, nothing.
My wolf, Black, growled in the recesses of my mind. “End him. Now. He doesn’t deserve another second of your mercy.”
I rolled my eye
