DARRAGH’S POV

The car door shut with a solid thunk, sealing me in the cool darkness of the Mercedes Benz. I exhaled, rubbing at the back of my neck as the engine purred to life. The steady hum of the tires against the road should have been calming, but my thoughts wouldn’t settle.

From the driver’s seat, Beta Eamon Hayes, son of my father's own Beta, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “We left early.”

I didn’t respond.

He smirked. “Is it because of the girl?”

My brows ...