Chapter 129

• Andy tried to push through the wall of furious she-wolves, his usually polished appearance now in ruins—his face was streaked with bloody scratches, his designer coat ripped and dangling from his shoulders. He fought like mad, but he was no match for the pack-born strength of the matriarchs surrounding Riley.
• Just three meters away, Ronan Duskcliff stood still, watching it all unfold with a chilling calm. His expression betrayed nothing, but his eyes shimmered with a storm of emotion.
• He hated seeing her like this—broken, bloodied, humiliated.