Damon & Natalia
Damon
I unlocked the cell door and swung it open. “Your story checks out. You’re free to go.”
“Thank you, Alpha Damon,” David said as he inched past me. “I swear I had nothing to do with—”
“Just get the f**k out of my territory. And if you so much as look at Natalia or any other woman in a way I don’t like, I’ll f*****g shred you from limb from limb. Do you understand me?”
David blanched. “Perfectly,” he croaked. I stepped aside, and he scurried past me. The guards would escort him to the border.
I was about to leave when a gruff voice called out from one of the cells further down the corridor.
“I’m ready to talk.”
I turned, surprised. The voice belonged to the rogue we’d captured a few weeks ago—the one who had somehow gotten hold of an Ashmoor uniform and snuck in
