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Chapter sixty one

作者: Aliuibrahim
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-03 21:04:36

Enzo – POV

Blood dried sticky on my jaw.

Every movement burned—ribs cracked, knuckles raw, temple split open from the damn rock Rufus slammed into me. I should’ve killed him. I should have. But I hesitated. My mistake.

That bastard fought like he had something to prove. Fought like a man possessed. Like grief had sharpened his bones and rage filled his veins.

And for a moment—just a flicker—I saw her in his eyes. Her name hovered at the edge of my memory like smoke.

But I refused to reach for it.

I gritted my teeth and staggered back into pack territory, dripping blood down the marble steps like a trail of shame. I shoved open the front door of the pack house. The warmth inside didn’t help. It only made the sting of every bruise, every cut, more pronounced.

I ignored the curious glances, the half-lowered eyes of the pack members who caught sight of me.

Let them wonder.

I trudged upstairs, one hand clutching my ribs. My jaw throbbed where he got in a lucky shot. Or maybe it wasn’t luck
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