Chapter 71

• I could hardly breathe as I sat on the edge of the bed, my gaze darting between Stefano and Antonio. I watched my mate hurriedly pull on his leather pants and shirt, my fists gripping the sheets, every fiber of my being urging me to beg him not to leave.
• “It had to be either Ornella or Emiliano,” Antonio murmured, pacing anxiously across the room. “Emiliano could have done it to curry favor with Alpha Matteo, but—”
• “It was Ornella,” I cut him off, my voice steady with certainty. “Emiliano told me he would gladly stand with Stefano against Alpha Matteo. It has to be her.”