Chapter 167 Hundred And Sixty Seven

• RYAN'S POV.
• Ariel’s breaths were shallow at first But after a while, they evened out. Soft. Calm. I turned my head and just… listened. Listened to the sound of her drifting into sleep, safe in the bed beside me. My mate. My broken, scarred, beautiful mate.
• But I couldn’t close my eyes. Couldn’t let myself drift like she did. Every time I blinked, I saw the marks on her skin, the pale lines that weren’t fading fast enough. My wolf whimpered deep inside me, clawing at the walls of my chest. She was raped. At least, that’s what everyone said. And here I was Lying in the same bed Fighting a goddamn hard-on like some filthy monster.