“Where?”
“She's in Paris, Alpha Damon. She's with another man.” My heart sank like a stone at the thought of Harriet being in Paris with another man. The vision of her laughing and sharing intimate moments with someone else clawed at my insides, threatening to pull me under. Suddenly, the urgency that had filled my veins just moments ago twisted into a suffocating despair.
“Alpha?” One of my guards whispered, pulling me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts. “What are your orders?”
I shook my head, trying to dispel the haunting image of Harriet with someone else. I had to focus. I couldn’t allow my personal turmoil to endanger my pack.
“Change of plans,” I said, my voice steady but low. “We need to head to the airport. If she’s in Paris, that’s where we’ll find her.” I had no
