(Santiago’s POV)
The door to my study flies open. There stands Isabella with a flushed expression and wide eyes.
Layla sits to my left, droning on about goddess knows what.
I lock eyes with Bella. Her frazzled state is palpable with shaking hands and unshed tears brimming up on her eyelids.
Without looking away from Bella’s gaze, I say to Layla, “Go now.”
She grabs my arm. “Santiago! She is so rude, storming in here!”
“I said leave.” I return using my Alpha tone.
She sighs and leaves.
I stand up and walk to Bella, invite her in, then close and lock the door behind her. “What’s wrong, Bella?”
She begins pacing. Her hair is piled high on her head in a messy bun that bops up and down with every movement she makes. I try to focus my gaze on her beautiful face, but her tight body s
