Chapter 8

To Love the Alpha Who Wears My Mate’s Heart Chapter 08

The screen behind us flickered to life with a grainy video. 

A man who looked faintly like Ryan lay on a hospital bed, one hand pressed weakly over a fresh incision on his abdomen. Julia grabbed his chin and patted his cheek. 

“You have that exact same glare in your eyes when your 

mother died,” she said. “I wonder, once we cut your heart out, will you still have the strength to glare?” 

He stayed half–reclined, his voice flat. “You’ve cut into me 

before. You think I’m scared? You’d better worry about