Jonah’s P.O.V.

“I want you to do something for me,” I instructed Damien.

“You just have to say the word, my Lord, and it’ll be done,” he replied instantly.

“Good,” I said, my tone firm. “I have no room to entertain mistakes, so I want you to listen very carefully. You know the people better than I do, so I want you to select the rumor mongers among them — and have them spread rumors about me.”

He frowned slightly, confused.

“I want them to spread word that I’ve found a mate in the Silver Tail Pack. That’s all. You may leave now.”

My voice held a commanding tone, leaving...