"You see?" Pierre murmured in my ear, his voice as smooth and venomous as a snake. "They’ve already given up on you."
I tried to pull away, trying to escape his grip, but his strength was overwhelming. "Matthias!" I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation, but he just stood there, paralyzed by fear, watching as Pierre took me away.
My heart shattered at that moment. The man I thought loved me, was willing to let me go to save his own skin. The realization hit me like a dagger pierced into my chest.
"Don’t worry, Raphaella," Pierre said softly, dragging me toward the exit as the room stood frozen in terror. "You’ll be much safer with me."
Tears blurred my vision as I struggled in Pierre's hold. I couldn’t believe it—my fiancé, my pack, the people who had promised to love and protect me, had all abandoned me in the blink of an eye.