Caius’s POV

The library was quiet, the only sound was the slow rustle of paper as I flipped through the pages of a book I wasn’t really reading. The door creaked open.

“My Alpha.” One of my men entered, bowing his head. He placed an envelope carefully on the table. “Darius sent a message.”

The name was enough to make my eyes narrow. The last time we met, he left with one less eye. Yet he never stopped coming back.

I broke the seal and slid out the contents. A single photograph of ...