Connor's POV
As I walked back to the pack house with a sobbing Liya in my arms, worry settled deep in the pit of my stomach. She was still mumbling incoherently about needing her mates, and as I watched the tears stream down her face, I could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of pity for her.
I hated seeing her like this, so helpless and teary. It made me want to burn the whole f*****g world to the ground and punish the bastard that made her feel like this! It just wasn't fair that someone so pure hearted would suffer this much.
When Allen rushed down to my chambers to inform me that Liya was causing a scene in the tavern, I was completely speechless.
"Tell me that's a f*****g joke," I had said, but I arrived at the tavern to meet the last thing I ever expected. It was strange se
