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.