Torn Between Her Alphas
When his face turned red, eyes bulging out, I started to worry that he might die.
“Stop it! You’re killing him!” I looked at Amelia and Theia, asking for help, and they did nothing. “Amelia, help him.”
“Trust me, Ryden, I would but I know what they’re doing,” Amelia said as she watched them do whatever magic they’d done to Walker.
Sebastien busted in the door with a jar in his hand. “The wraith in the jar is gone.”
Then Walker began to gag yet nothing came out. “Alpha, help me, please?”
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