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Chapter 26. The alphas heart

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The silence after the storm was unbearable.

It wasn't peace it was a wound. The kind that echoed, ringing with absence. No birds sang. No wind rustled the trees. Even the stars above seemed dimmed, as if they mourned too.

Seraphina lay motionless at the center of the scorched ritual circle, her body cradled by cracked earth and ash. Her fingertips were stained with blood and moonlight, her lips parted as if caught in a final breath. But her chest did not rise.

Time forgot how to move.

Until-

"Seraphina."

The whisper was broken, frayed at the edges like fabric torn by war.

Dorian collapsed beside her, his knees slamming into the dirt, uncaring of pain. His hands trembled as they hovered above her face, afraid that touching her would confirm the worst that she was gone. His voice cracked again. "Sera... please."

There was no reply. Not even a flutter of lashes.

His heart screamed inside his chest. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. They had fought so hard. Given so much. He would'v
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