Chapter 231

• Alpha Duskcliff yanked Ronan up from the floor, his grip as unyielding as steel shackles. The younger wolf was still crying, the sound raw and feral, but the Alpha’s patience had run dry. Without slowing, he dragged him toward the manor’s entrance.
• Lady Duskcliff followed, her expression unreadable, pushing Tessa’s wheelchair.
• Tessa turned her head upward, eyes finding the high windows of the manor. Riley… you must be happy, she thought, the words echoing in her chest like a prayer.