169. Athena
My heart felt whole after a long time of torture. I missed Lorenzo and I felt bad for just walking out without listening to his side of the story.
In his arms, I couldn’t move.
My feet were rooted to the floor, my breath shallow, my fingers trembling as I clutched the fabric of my mate’s shirt. The screen in front of me blurred as disbelief crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Javier. That i***t!
My ex-husband and the man I hated.
He was also the man I had once loved and trusted and now, he was standing there, before the media, bold and unbothered, dragging his own uncle through the mud in front of the entire world.
Did he think that that would save his pack?
I covered my mouth, my fingers digging into my skin, barely
