My Mate, My Bully
“You disturb the peaceful slumber of the Bamboo Alpha, desecrate my tomb, and you dare to ask for my help?”
I swallow hard, my throat dry. “We didn’t have a choice,” I say, my voice shaky but firm. “Salcom is trying to destroy everything, and we need your power to stop him.”
The Alpha’s glowing eyes narrow, and he leans forward slightly, his movements is slow but apt. “Salcom,” he says, his tone dark and venomous. “That name still taints the air even after all this time.”
Trix shifts, his jaw tightening. “Then you know why we came to you. He’s more powerful than ever. If we don’t stop him now, there won’t be anything left to save.”
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