Chapter 113

Her heart pounded with a mixture of anger and concern as she eyed Marcus, the torn fabric of his clothing and the grim bloodstains attesting to his ordeal. His weary gaze betrayed a harrowing story, evident even in the way he stood before her. "What happened to you?" she inquired, a flicker of genuine worry in her voice. Marcus hesitated, the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into his face. "The alphas... one of them came after you. He got to me and Anastasia," he confessed, "I don't know how long it's been, but every day, he devised new methods to torment me." "And where is Anastasia now?" She pressed further. He averted his eyes, a pang of guilt shadowing his features. "I only had one chance to escape... I wasn't swift enough to get her." Typical Marcus, always prioritizing himself, she thought, feeling a swell of frustration at his apparent self-absorption. "Of course, you only care about yourself. You've always been like this," she retorted, shaking her head in disapproval. H