Damien's POV:

I leaned back in my chair and glanced around the VIP table, the haze of smoke and laughter hanging thick in the air. Cards were scattered, glasses half-empty, chips stacked unevenly and for a minute, I considered staying longer but I straightened, pushing my chair back slightly.

“I’ve got to go.” I said, lifting my hands in mock surrender. “Alpha duties are calling.”

Immediately, groans erupted around the table. “Already?” One of them protested. “Come on, ...