Damian’s POV
No one in this entire city and beyond called me that.
In fact, no one with even a shred of survival instinct would ever dare address the Supreme Alpha of the northern territories with a cutesy nickname.
Grown men who had ruled packs for decades lowered their voices and bowed their heads when they spoke my name. Council elders measured every syllable before opening their mouths in my presence.
Yet this tiny human child stood in the middle of my secure private floor, looked up into my terrifying face, and casually labeled me
"Pretty Uncle."
Instead of barking an order for security to escort her out, I stood frozen.
The girl hopped right off the giant leather couch, her little pink boots making a sharp, clicking sound against the polished floor as she hurried straight tow
