Sage’s POV“Heal it!” Cyrus ordered as soon as he stepped into my room. Or would I rather say, my cage. His eyes were dark, impatient and demanding obedience.“Yes, Alpha.” I nodded. I moved toward him without hesitation, even though my body screamed for rest. I gently took off the blood-soaked shirt, exposing his perfect physique that carried scars I couldn’t count. My palms began to glow the moment I touched his skin, the familiar warmth spreading as the wound sealed beneath my hands. His breath steadied as the curse loosened its grip on him.Mine weakened.Healing always took something from me. Every time I closed a wound, something inside me drained—strength, breath, sometimes even hope. But I had learned not to complain.I was his mate.Or at least… fate said I was.“Gently!” He roared. “I’m sorry, your majesty.” I whispered, trying to be more careful this time. Once upon a time, I thought healing made me special, like the moon had placed something rare inside my hands so I
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