The Alpha's Forgotten Mate
Aeliana answered, “you’ll do anything to keep existing. Even if it’s just to hate that keeps you breathing.”
The spear twisted again, slower this time, like it was savoring her pain. Another memory tore loose (her father’s voice calling her “little star” the night he taught her to light a candle with a thought). She felt it drift away into the dark and knew she would never get it back.
She screamed then. A raw, animal sound that echoed off the valley walls.
“Names,” Caelan said, stepping closer. “All of them. Starting now.”
Annalise’s hands clawed the dirt. Her pride, her rage, and her beautiful, terrible certainty (everything she had built her life around) cracked under the weight of that s
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