Lycan King Masked Hunter
I gasped, sitting up.
“They took him?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, gone. No scents, no trace—nothing was left to pick on and track him,” he said. My eyes watered, not alpha.
“Just this evening, his body came. He looked like the bodies in the pictures,” he whispered, and tears fell down my eyes.
“He is dead,” I said. He nods his head sadly. He wasn’t sad for Alpha, but for me. Alpha didn’t deserve to die this way; he wanted to be alive for his mate.
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