The lab result sat on Damon’s desk, a single sheet that suddenly weighed more than the world.

The paper trembled between his fingers, his heart thudding so loudly it drowned out the faint hum of the air conditioner.

“Sir,” his Beta, Roland, said quietly, keeping his gaze low. “It’s a 99.99 percent match.”

Damon’s grip on the report tightened. “You’re sure?”

Roland nodded once. “Yes, Alpha. The DNA between the two samples... there’s no mistake. It’s a perfect ...