{Ronan’s POV}

‘This lying bastard!’

The air was thick with tension, the kind that could choke even the strongest wolf. My fist was mid-flight, moments away from breaking Bryan’s jaw, when it stopped cold. A grip held me firm, not trembling, not weak. My head snapped to the side, and the sight of him made my blood boil hotter than the fight itself.

Damon.

Of all people.

His calm face was a mockery of the storm raging inside me. “As your beta, I have a duty to keep you under control,” he said evenly, though his eyes flickered with something darker. “You cannot afford to ruin your image here.”

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