Chapter 107 Hundred And Seven

• ARIELS POV.
• My fists pushed the door wide open with the force of my rage as I stormed into the mansion. Every omega paused to watch but I didn’t stop. My pulse was a steady scream in my ears, heart thundering from the sprint from the packhouse, legs burning. Bryan had told me about the room. Third floor. West wing. I didn’t even wait for the damn elevator. I took the stairs two at a time.
• Bryan stood with a cup of water in his hands, back leaned casually against the archway, that stupid grin painted on his face like nothing in the fucking world had gone wrong. My stomach twisted. My skin prickled.