Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO

DAMIEN’S POV There is something fishy going on here. I can’t place my hands on the exact thing but I can feel that all is not well. Alpha Lance doesn’t need that poison to repair his silver prison, he needs it for some other purpose and I wish I knew. It’s a bad thing. It’s definitely a bad thing because the way he kept denying each time I suggested he should go over to Alpha Hardin and get, it just proves to me that he is hiding something and I need to find out. Right now I’m in my closet, about to change my clothes and go to pay Alpha Hardin a visit. I need to know exactly what is going on before I decide whether I’m going to give Alpha Lance the silver or not. “Damien” I hear Tasha’s voice call from the bedroom. “I’m in here” I shout from the closet and she walks in. “Why are you getting dressed up?” “Because I have to go somewhere” “Where exactly?” “To the Wall street pack, there is something I need to make inquiries about” “Mind discussing it with me?” “Not at all love. So, Alpha