Chapter 86 Wounds That Do Not Heal"

• Her fork slipped from trembling fingers and struck the table with a sharp clatter.
• Silence followed—heavy, chilling. The words he had spoken coiled like serpents in her mind. She could scarcely believe them, yet she knew he was capable of any cruelty. Whether to wound her pride or crush her spirit, Alpha Darius had never shown mercy.
• “Her name was Antara,” he said at last. His gaze was distant, his voice drawn tight with an old sorrow.