Betty's POV. 

Damien squeezed my hand once and then released it as he followed the guards into the shadowed corridor. 

His expression had shifted from playful to Alpha in a matter of heartbeats.

I watched him disappear around the corner and the uneasy twist in my stomach tightened.

Something wasn’t right.

I tried to focus on the reception. Greeting those who approached me, accepting congratulations, smiling when expected but my mind kept drifting back to him. 

The guests were kind, ...