Chapter 157 Mated By The Alpha Ch8

• The packhouse walls trembled under the rage in Therone’s chest. He’d scented it before he even opened the door — Lyara’s blood. Faint, but wrong. His mate’s blood where it never should have been. Where no one should have dared spill it.
• Lyara sat at the edge of his bed, head bowed, white hair tangled over her bare shoulders like a snare net. The mark on her neck — his mark — was red and raw, the skin near it scraped as if someone had tried to tear it away.
• He crossed the room in a heartbeat, falling to his knees in front of her. His hands shook when they cupped her face, thumbs brushing her bruised throat.