Raegan’s POV
"Raegan, we need to talk. Now."
Damien’s voice through the closed door of our private study. I could hear the tension in his tone even before I stepped inside. My heart pounded, not only from fear of his wrath but also from the weight of secrets I’d long kept hidden.
I took a deep breath as I entered. Damien’s piercing gaze met mine immediately, his face set in a hard line of suspicion. The air between us felt thick, charged with unspoken accusations.
"Damien, what’s going on?" I asked cautiously, trying to steady my voice.
He slammed his hand on the desk, scattering a few papers. "Don’t play dumb, Raegan. I know you’ve been leaking information—about Ivy, about our pack. I know you’ve been conspiring with our enemies."
I clenched my jaw, my mind racing as I searched for
