SERAPHINA’S POV
Jack Draven.
Even after Maya pulled into the Nightfang compound and killed the engine, the name sat in my chest like a serrated knife, pressing harder and harder against my ribs with every inhale.
Marcus Draven’s son.
Catherine’s partner's son.
“If Jack’s involved,” Maya said quietly beside me, her earlier agitation now sharpened into something colder, more focused, “then this wasn’t just some opportunistic acquisition.”
“No,” I agreed, my voice distant even to my own ears. “It wasn’t.”
My stomach tightened.
Reclaiming OTS wasn’t just going to be difficult; it was going to be impossible.
Not when the entire thing had been pulled into Marcus and Catherine’s network.
And Lucian…
My fingers curled against my thigh.
How did he get pulled into this? It just didn’t make sense.
Lucian didn’t carry the same prejudice toward rogues that most Alphas did—hell, he’d opened OTS to many, many rogues and outcasts.
But this?
