Matamoros' POV:

Eamon's words hung in the air, creating tension that seemed to thicken with each passing moment. I stared at him, processing the request echoing with a sinister demand.

"Bring Alpha Philip's head?" I repeated, my disbelief evident in my tone. "Why in the hell would you want that?"

Eamon leaned back in his chair, a malicious grin playing on his lips. "Let's just say Philip and I have some unfinished business, and I'd like to conclude it in a rather... definitive manner."

I shook my head, both in disbelief and disapproval. "I won't be a pawn in your vendetta, Eamon. I'm not here to do your dirty work."...