~Damon~

“My Alpha, please have some soup. I had the cooks prepare it carefully for you. It will help you regain your strength,” Bertha said, dropping a plate of soup on my desk.

I pushed the plate away, my eyes focused on the new batch of pictures taken by the guards of she-wolves that resembled Aria.

But none of them was Aria. None.

I had looked at the pictures over and over again, a part of me desperately hoping one of them would make my heart and my wolf stir…but none of them was my Aria. None of them was my mate.

My shoulders sank with a shudder.

How could...