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She's immune to silver

**Alexander’s POV**

I sat unmoving on a side stool beside the bed Emily lay on, holding her cold hands in mine as I prayed to the moon goddess to keep her safe.

I didn't know what had been done to her, but she didn't look like herself. She wasn't my Emily.

The woman I left all happy in the house, my beautiful mate.

Shít.

Emily was my mate. Of course, I knew that and had failed to admit it for long until now.

Seeing her this vulnerable made me feel guilty because I was partly at fault. I had let her be in harm's way and didn't do much about protecting her.

Fuck, I was a terrible mate and I hope she wouldn't hold it against me.

Staring at her face once again, I grimaced. She looked battered, mistreated, dirty, and even way worse than she was when I brought her in from the auction house.

Dr Patrick said she had been beaten with silver, and starved. Also, he presumed her abductors had used black magic on her.

The thought of her going through all those forms of torture made my blood boil.
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