Damon POV

“How dare you go in search of a dead omega who cannot even fight to defend herself?”

My mother’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

Sharp.

Cold.

Filled with authority and disgust.

I stood in front of her, fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. My chest rose and fell fast, like I had been running, even though I hadn’t moved an inch.

“Mum,” I snapped, barely holding myself back, “with all due respect, Aria is not dead.”

She scoffed loudly, waving her ...