His eyes raked over the purple bruise on her cheek and the jagged cut on her forehead. Up close, his wolf could smell the metallic tang of her blood mixed with that intoxicating fruity scent. It made him want to kill someone. It made him want to burn the world down.
"Paul?" Gotti hissed, his thumb ghosting over the bruise. "Or was it Rowan?"
Anita winced, trying to pull away, but Gotti's grip was a velvet vice. "The... the van. I fell. And Paul... he was just doing what you told him, Alpha. He was making sure I understood the rules."
Gotti's heart did a strange, painful somersault. He had told Paul to make her understand. He had sent her to that hellhole.
He looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time, he didn't see a "wolfless debt." He saw a girl who seemed to have died in one life only to wake up in a nightmare he created.
"Papa," Nero's small voice whispered.
