Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 52: The Sacred Meeting (2)

Damon let out a low chuckle. "But isn’t that exactly how this organization works?" He continued, "Money moves everything. Or have you conveniently forgotten the time you came to me, practically begging for extra funding for your mission?"

Barbara stiffened, but Damon didn’t press further. He didn’t need to. The weight of his words was already doing enough damage.

Truthfully, he wasn’t upset about the council questioning him over the rogue werewolves. That was their job. What grated on him was the constant disrespect—the way they insulted him at every turn, despite everything he had done for this organization.

The real reason they despised him had nothing to do with rogue werewolves. It was because he and his pack had become too powerful, too influential—an economic force that kept this organization running. And worst of all, he had the favor of the Elders.

The Elders had granted him unrestricted access to nearly everything—classified records, intelligence reports, even confidential information about other races. And that alone had made him a target.

Many in this room were just waiting for the moment he failed. They wanted to see him fall, to wipe that arrogant smile off his face. To prove that he wasn’t untouchable.

But was it arrogance if everything he said was simply the truth?

Damon wasn’t just some Alpha running a territory. He was one of the most powerful figures in this entire organization. And no matter how much they hated it, that was a fact they couldn’t change.

The councils in Northbridge city were nothing compared to him.

Damon grabbed his coat and strode toward the door, exuding the kind of confidence that made people either hate him or fear him. Just as he reached for the handle, he turned slightly, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut.

"Next time you want to insult me, remember this—I’m the one who poured water on your dry land." He tilted his head. "Don’t make me report your behavior to the Elders."

"Alpha Damon, we’re not finished here!" Vernon barked, his frustration evident on his face.

Damon let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. "Oh, we’re done." He didn’t even bother to look back. "The longer you keep me in this pointless discussion, the longer it takes for me to actually fix the mess you’re all so concerned about."

His fingers curled around the doorknob, but he hesitated for just a second before throwing one last grenade into the room.

"Oh, and one more thing—put Julian Warren on the wanted list across the nation." He turned his head just enough to glance at them from the corner of his eye. "If you’re so desperate to insult a werewolf, direct it at him instead."

Without waiting for a response, he stepped out, slamming the door shut behind him with enough force to send a clear message. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

The tension from the meeting clung to his skin like an itch he couldn’t scratch. With an exasperated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, needing just a little more air to breathe.

"The meeting didn’t go well?"

Diana’s voice broke the silence. She was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, looking like she had been waiting for him to storm out.

Damon scoffed, shaking his head. "What do you expect from glorified bureaucrats?" His lips curled into a smirk. "They act like kings when in reality, they control nothing more than a single city."

He was disgusted by the fact that he even had to address them with royal titles.

The Nocturnal Order was a vast organization, spanning the entire world and uniting supernatural beings under its rule. Each city was governed by a council of seven, while an entire country fell under the authority of an Elder.

And above them all? The Supreme One.

That was why, in Damon’s eyes, the councils were nothing more than glorified administrators—mere bureaucrats playing at power.

"What an asshole," Diana muttered. "Good thing I wasn’t allowed inside. I would’ve ended up clawing someone’s face off."

Damon smiled but said nothing as he walked down the long corridor, Diana falling into step beside him.

"How’s the latest victim?" he asked.

"A rogue werewolf tore up his leg. Lucky for him, a hunter happened to be nearby and managed to get him out before more rogues arrived."

Damon scoffed. "That’s not luck. That’s barely surviving." He asked, "Did he see who attacked him?"

Diana reported, "Well, thanks to the fog last night, all he could say was that it looked like a huge wild dog." She hesitated before adding, "One of the hunters got a silver bullet in the bastard’s leg, but it still managed to escape."

"Keep patrolling the crime scene. With a wound like that, he’s got to be hiding somewhere close."

"Understood." Diana hesitated before nudging his arm. "By the way, where the hell did you and Charlotte disappear to last night? Haven wouldn’t stop asking, but neither of you picked up your damn phones."

Damon barely spared her a glance. "We went to the cabin."

Diana’s expression twisted. "Oh, for fuck’s sake! Don’t tell me you two—" She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "You had sex in the cabin, didn’t you?! Damn it, Damon! I was planning to use that place as my surveillance post!"

Damon smirked, patting her shoulder like she was an overdramatic child. "What did you expect? A man and a woman, alone in a cabin at night ... playing board games and drinking hot chocolate?"

Diana glared at him. "You—" Her eyes darkened with suspicion. "Tell me you didn’t force Charlotte." She grabbed his wrist, her grip tightening like a vice. "She told me your relationship isn’t like that. Did you make her do something she didn’t want to do?"

Force her? Damon almost laughed. If anything, Charlotte had been the one who refused to let him go until she got what she wanted.

"Who the hell do you think I am? Some kind of asshole?"

Diana didn’t respond, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It was mutual, okay? Both of us wanted it."

Diana let out a relieved sigh before her expression shifted into something more teasing. "Oh, so you finally made a move. I was starting to think you’d be playing house forever."

She smiled and tilted her head. "By the way, when’s your rut? Just a heads-up—find somewhere else, because I have no interest in listening to you mating all night and day at home."

"Forget about that." Damon said, "Charlotte will be busy with her shooting. I don’t want to disturb her with unnecessary need. I can take care of myself."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Once you mark your mate, do you really think you’ll still be able to control your rut? Louis might have to chain you up just to keep you from going full-on feral."