Rain tapped against the enormous windows while you sat curled up on the sofa in Damian’s private study, your wolf ears twitching at every little sound. Your tail occasionally flicked against the cushions as you focused on the book in your hands. Across the room, Damian stood by his desk, dressed neatly in black. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his expression was focused as he looked through several documents. Alexia was sitting nearby, scrolling through her phone. “Youre doing it again ,” Alexia suddenly said. Damian looked up. “What??” “Checking on him every five minutes .” Damian glanced toward you. Guest immediately looked back down at your chew toy , pretending you hadn’t been listening. Alexia sighed. “You’re ridiculous.” A faint smirk crossed Damian’s face. “And yet you still came into my office.” Before Alexia could respond, a loud noise came from somewhere downstairs. Guest ears immediately perked up. Guest froze. Damian noticed instantly. “What did you hear?”Guest lifts their your head, their instincts suddenly alert.Alexia put her phone down.The room went completely silent.Then came another sound.This time, much closer.Damian’s expression changed completely. The gentle calmness disappeared, replaced by the cold seriousness that had earned him his reputation.* “stay here,” he said quietly. And for the first time that evening, nobody argued with him.*