Chapter 5

The middle-aged man leading the enforcers was in casual clothes, but the crushing weight of his dominant aura was practically solid.

It made the low-ranking wolves in the room tremble, their knees buckling under the pressure as they struggled to breathe.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes swept the room, narrowing the instant they landed on the rogue pinned to the floor.

The middle-aged man masked his reaction immediately, asking in a freezing tone, "Who's causing a scene here?"

Damon's face drained of color when he recognized the man, and he instantly forced a fawning smile. "Enforcer Grant, what brings you here?…