#Chapter 351: World’s Worst Burglar

Nina The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Enzo’s eyes narrowed, fixed intently on the burglar who was tied to the chair. I stood close but not too close, my own wolf tingling with caution inside my head. I felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension that Matt and Luke had handled the situation, but the intruder’s stubborn silence left a knot of unease in my stomach. “Well?” Enzo growled, his voice tinged with frustration and menace. “You’re obviously not here for a social visit. Why break into our house?” The captive man’s amber eyes flicked to me and then back to Enzo. It was the first sign of emotion he had shown. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then smirked. “What does it matter?” “It matters because this is our home, and you invaded it,” Enzo snapped, towering over the man. “We’re giving you one chance. Speak, or things will get really unpleasant for you.” “You’re already in deep trouble, mate. Spilling the beans might be your only s