Damage control was the Beta default setting. Daily. Unavoidable. Damon was very, very good at it.
He'd seen Nicholas Shadowfell cheat death, win wars, crush negotiations, and pull the occasional ballsy move that made every other Alpha look like they were wearing water-wings in the kiddie pool while Nicholas was free-diving with sharks.
Nothing fazed Damon Tavian.
Nicholas marking his fated mate in front of eighteen people?
Damon saw that coming from a mile away. Their matebond had been blocked, she looked like she'd been through a battle, Nicholas had royally shit the bed, and now she was trying to leave.
Guinevere marking Nicholas back?
Damon had called that shot two days ago. Blair had been looking for something on Nick's neck, noted the absence of the mark Maddox already sported, and Damon solved the riddle in real time.
Nicholas mating with Guinevere right there on the spot?
