My Two Alpha Mates
I heard her laughter echo as she turned away, footsteps fading into the shadows.
I lay there trembling, pain burning through every inch of me. But through the haze, something colder, sharper, settled in my chest. I forced myself up, swaying on unsteady legs. The blood slicked my arms, my dress clung torn and heavy, but I refused to fall again. My voice was hoarse, but steady as I whispered into the night:
“I will grow stronger. Strong enough to drag you, all of you, into hell with me.” The vow burned in my veins, hotter than the blood that stained me.