Chapter 8

NON EX 8

Jennita’s pov

If I hadn’t been the one to bury Marcus’s head six feet into the ground, Louis would have been more than capable of doing so. Antonio was the last person I was expecting to step in to help me, although a greater part of me who knew him too well knew he’d take his chance to exert power and pain over Marcus.

I sat there, feeling a bit furious that he thought he could take the situation into his own hands. My wolf, however, had other ideas. I felt her rearing on the surface, whimpering for her mate. It seemed the mate bond hadn’t been officially broken since he never rejected me.

But Three years was enough for her to forget him and hate him like I did, right? But now, Tasha was of no help. I burned in fury, this time around because I realized I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I clenched the sides of my seat, swallowing hard. Oh, Goddess. No. This cannot be happening.

Antonio was undeniably handsome. Ugh, he’s still as infuriatingly attractive as ever. Those chiseled