Now that the truth was laid bare before them—the Gamma’s treachery, the female spy’s vile schemes, the poison meant for Lucian, and the cruel murder of the Gamma’s own mate—Damian’s mind worked with cold, ruthless precision. His fury no longer burned uncontrolled. It was focused, sharpened like a blade, ready to strike.
He paced the room, his dark eyes gleaming with a terrifying calm. “We’ll let him think his plan is working,” Damian said at last, his voice low, filled with deadly promise. “Let the Gamma believe he’s pulling the strings. Let the female spy believe she’s clever enough to outwit me. We’ll draw them in… and when they are exposed, there will be nowhere left to run.”
Lucian nodded, his respect for his Alpha deepening. “We can use the Gamma to flush out the female spy and that
