Damian strode forward with the measured calm of a predator toying with its prey. His boots crunched against bloodied earth, stopping right in front of Rose. She was still trembling, too weak to stand, too terrified to breathe properly.
With terrifying calm, he slowly crouched before her—so close their faces were nearly touching. His cruel smirk widened, eyes blazing like twin coals as he leaned in, forcing her to look him dead in the eye.
“Look at me,” he growled, his voice carrying the power of the Alpha's Command.
Rose’s eyes locked with his, her body paralyzed by the raw dominance radiating from him.
Still squatting, he grinned like the devil himself—dark, feral, and merciless.
“Write to Zara,” he said, his voice low but laced with a venomous edge. “Tell her your little mission was
