Layla’s POVMy feet grow heavy, making me stumble. Quickly, I steady myself, regain my footing, and look around. Everyone is too busy looking at Alexander and the girl—no, the woman—he’s holding. I watch with a churning sickness as he carefully bandages her wounds.The sickness quickly turns into something sharper, more bitter, and I recognize it as distress. However, Alexander doesn’t notice. He’s oblivious to the pain burning in my chest.The only people looking at me are the men who accompanied Alexander, and even then, their faces show no surprise at the situation. Instead, all I see is pity—aimed at me. Did they know already?My gut churns painfully as all eyes fall on me, but I turn to Alexander and the girl. He’s holding her, like he used to hold me. He isn’t worried about anyone else… just her.The looks they give me, the tenderness Alexander shows the girl, and the anger he’d displayed moments ago all tell me the girl wasn’t lying. She is Alexander’s mate, and I’m… nothing.A
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