Damian’s POV
I sat in the study with my generals as we talked about the pack and the issues all around.
The air in the room was thick with tension as they all stared at me, their expressions a mix of disapproval and concern. It was clear that something important was about to be discussed, and I braced myself for what was to come.
The oldest elder, with his long gray beard and piercing eyes, cleared his throat and spoke first. "Alpha, we have grave concerns regarding your choice of mate," he said, his voice carrying the weight of years of wisdom.
I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked with his. "And what concerns might those be?" I asked, my voice steady and firm.
“For starters, we had no idea that the rejected…”
“Rejected?” I said with raised brows. “And who called her rejected?”
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