Chapter 133

LUCIAN’S POV “What the fuck were you thinking, Maya?” The words ripped out of my mouth the moment my pack doctor stepped out of my penthouse. I don't care if it's 12am in the morning, I was done holding back. After what went down at Lucas’s party, I barely kept myself together long enough to get her out of there. Maya was half conscious on our way here, blood staining her neck, and I had to drag her into the car with my driver's help. I told him to head straight here, and not my mansion. There's no way in hell I'm going home to my daughter with this rage in me. I've known Elora for years, and I've never seen her that angry, the fire in her eyes was enough to make even me take a step back. She wasn't just angry, she was furious. And somehow, Maya brought that out of her. Maya sat on my couch now, the same one she'd begged me to buy, tossing her bag like it meant nothing and kicking off her heels. Her neck was bruised, her skin swollen and red, a reminder of what happens when you push so