189. Javier
Did Laura really think that she could escape my grasp? Never. I would make sure that she and that bastard of hers paid and then I would go for the man who dared play me for a cuckold.
Things continued to unfold before me, piece by agonizing piece, and each fragment shattered me further.
Laura.
The woman I had chosen over my own mate. The woman I had loved, trusted, and defended against all odds. The woman who had turned out to be the very serpent slithering through my pack, poisoning everything I had built.
When she drove her knee between my legs, I barely registered the physical pain. It was nothing compared to the deep, lacerating wound she had carved into my soul. Of all people—why Laura?
I stared at her where she dangled, arms bound tightly between the two stone pill
