Chapter 172

  • LUCA

The scent of the car—usually comforting leather—was drowned out by the heavy, coppery scent of Aria’s blood.

Every time I glanced sideways, I saw the crimson smear on the passenger seat—on her face—and my gut twisted into a knot no amount of whiskey could numb. I’d done this. The Alpha who wa...

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