Ophelia’s POV:“You—”Raymond shot up from his chair. He nearly threw the woman off his lap; she scrambled away, stumbling over her own discarded heels as she frantically pulled the bodice of her silk dress up to cover her flushed chest.I stood frozen, the weight of Ria in my arms the only thing keeping me upright. I swallowed hard, trying to force down the massive, jagged lump that had formed in my throat. “What are you doing here?!” He sneered.He didn't reach for his shirt. He stood there, bare-chested and looming, radiating a predatory heat as he stalked toward me. My legs trembled, the muscles turning to water, but I forced myself to hold my ground.“What am I doing?” I repeated, my voice a hollow echo. I looked at him, searching for even a flicker of remorse in those cold blue eyes, but I found only a simmering, righteous anger. “What are you doing, Alpha? Our daughter is dying upstairs while you... while you are this?”His brows furrowed for a fraction of a second as he looke
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