As if in response to the words, a tall, muscular figure with tousled golden hair stepped into view, flanked by two equally burly men, whose expression revealed no atom of a smile on their mean faces. Alpha Adam’s only pack members trailed behind them, unable to stop Damion and his subordinates from entering the room.

“Do you recognize this?” Damion asked, lifting a small bottle into Adam’s line of sight, his expression as frigid as the depths of winter.

Since the unexpected presence of Alpha Damion had been mentioned, Alpha Adam had been trembling uncontrollably. But it was the sight of the identical bottle, brimming with the same strange greenish...