Chapter 36

TYLER.

I knew she was ripped in a fire of pain the first time I set my eyes on her. Her eyes alone explained everything she went through, pain, damaged, brutalized, castrated and desolate.

She was fierce and I couldn't get enough of her slaps even though it took every self control in me not to pin her on the wall and tell her to breathe and relax.

Damn, she was hideously beautiful even in common clothes and she looked like a model as well walking in that slit gown that exposed those milky thighs of her.

The moment she vented out her frustration and pain of being beaten naked and used , I knew at once that she's Tyson's mate.

The lucky idiot should try and cherish this one. I'm not a fan of Marcella one bit but I'm forced to because Tyson is crazy about her and I'm left with no other option.

He liked her senselessness and it irritated me to the core. I wonder why he fails to see the facade that girl wears.

But looking at this one before me really piques my wolf.

Gosh! Even the shock in