Betty's POV. 

Alpha Damien had barely stepped out to meet Beta Mason when the room fell strangely hollow, like someone had pulled the warmth out with him. 

I tried distracting myself by braiding and unbraiding a lock of my hair. 

When the door finally opened again, he walked in with shoulders that didn’t sit as high as when he left. 

His jaw was clenched, and his eyes kept darting like he was searching for answers.

“Damien…?” I whispered, my chest tightening as his gaze swept ...