Chapter 83

Zoey's POV

It gave me a pang in my heart to see him like that. Desperate. Offended. Filled to the brim with alcohol, if nothing worse.

“I can’t kick León out of the pack because he’s not in the pack. It's complicated and damn near sick. What did he want from you?" he then asked. I quickly shrugged my shoulders. Unspoken lie.

“That bastard probably just wanted to make a show of force on you. Abusing you for something like that - pathetic! But that won't happen again. "Not in my lifetime," he then shouted and with an aggressive wave of his hand threw an urn off the table, which shattered into a thousand pieces. The ashes spread across the floor and I swallowed hard.

"Never." Now he glared at me so angrily that I made myself very small on the bed. Suddenly the room temperature seemed to slip into negative territory.

He slowly came towards me until, within arm's length of me, he rested his hands on the bed and looked at me intently.

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