Chapter 163 Hundred And Sixty Three

• ESTHER'S POV.
• My hands were shaking when I stormed through the packhouse, but it wasn’t from fear. It was rage.I found him in the dungeon. Ryan. My Alpha. My mate who should have been mine. He was standing with his back to me, his shoulders broad, his voice low and lethal as he questioned two trembling rogues. Even in the gloom of the dungeon, he shone. Power clung to him like a second skin, radiating off him in waves that made everyone bow their heads. Everyone except me.
• I froze for a moment, my fury warring with desire. Goddess, he was perfect. That sharp jaw, those eyes that never softened, the way his hand flexed when he gripped a man’s collar and growled for the truth. He wasn’t just an alpha, he was Mine. And if that accident years ago hadn’t forced me to run, if fate hadn’t cursed me, Ariel wouldn’t even exist in this picture. She wouldn’t have stood a chance.