Damian looked absolutely ferocious.
"I gave you simple instructions, and you still couldn't do it. What a fool you are," he snapped, his voice filled with rage.
In a burst of anger, he slammed his hand against the table, knocking everything off it. Papers and a glass crashed to the floor, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
His chest rose and fell heavily as he clenched his fists, barely holding himself together.
"No… Ren belongs to me. I'll do whatever it takes to get him back—at all costs," Damian growled, his eyes burning with obsession.
"And that Sora… just wait. I'll kill you with my own bare hands for taking my Alpha from me."
He let out a sharp breath, then muttered bitterly, "Contract relationship… huh."
His expression darkened as memories from middle school resurfaced.
Back then, no one ever dared to get close to Ren. He was untouchable. Feared. Admired from a distance.
But that day… Sora had stepped right in front of him with that warm, innocent smile.
