Damien's POV
Paul entered the room we were in. He was holding my mate's hand tightly and dragging her with him. Where had he found her? That was a rhetoric question and I did not ask it loudly. We were, had been friends and knew where each other lived.
"How could you Macson? We are friends." I was seething from the betrayal.
"How could I what? I am going to win this war and you are going to help me win it. I do not want to kill you or your mate and child so please in the name of all that you believe in, behave." He told me. He did not look apologetic at all, which meant that he had been planning this for a very long time.
"Don't do it babe." My mate cried out. Paul pushed her and she fell on the ground.
"Please do not hurt her. I will do anything you want me to." I pleaded.
"Good.
