Damien's heart pounded violently in his chest as he stared at Sofia. For years, he had wanted to see her break—to watch her hurt the way he had hurt under her betrayal. But now, with her lying limp in his arms like shattered glass, he would give anything to hear her scream at him.
The door to the suite creaked open, and a woman with worried eyes and silver-streaked hair, who had been a guest at the summit, rushed in. She took one look at Sofia—naked under Damien's shirt, eyes staring at nothing, skin like cold marble—and her face paled.
She pressed two fingers to Sofia's pulse and sighed. "She's not just in shock, Alpha. She's retreated. Her mind has shut the doors to her body to protect itself from the trauma you allowed in this room."
