Damian's POV
Rick met me at my penthouse an hour later, a tablet in hand and concern written all over his face.
"That was fast," I said, pouring myself a drink.
"You're not going to like this." He set the tablet on the coffee table and dropped onto the couch across from me.
I picked up the tablet, scrolling through the report.
Aria Smith. Twenty-five years old. Abandoned at an orphanage as an infant. No record of her parents. Raised by the state until eighteen. Scholarship to university. Graduated with honors in business management.
And then—
My jaw clenched.
"She was married," I said flatly.
"She thought she was," Rick corrected. "Ethan Holt. Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack. But here's the thing—the marriage certificate is completely fake."
I looked up sharp
