CHAPTER 4
ARESMy sister couldn’t die.
I refused to believe that her bruise had originated from her sickness. Hell, as much as I hated the thought, I’d prefer that Marcel had really given it to her during rough s*x or whatever the f**k that excuse was.
Balling my hands into fists, I stared emptily at Mars’s f*****g therapist. Aurora sat next to me on the living room couch, shifting her weight from one hip to the other every few moments and making me so f*****g anxious.
“How are you feeling, Ares?” Denise asked, crossing one leg over the other. Her black skirt rode up her calf enough for me to see the large bite mark in her flesh from the hound attack.
Fuck, I didn’t even like this woman, yet I still felt like a shitty alpha for letting her get hurt during the battle weeks ago. She shou
