My Enemy, My Mate
I frowned, confused but still holding her tightly.
> “Emmeline, what are you talking about?” I mind-linked her gently.
She turned to me, pointing a shaky finger at Anastasia. “She works with the witches.”
I wasn’t surprised. Deep down, I already knew. Of course she did.
But what was she really after?
“Take your mate and get out of my room,” Anastasia snapped, her eyes glowing red with rage.
Marci quickly stepped forward, trying to stand between us. “Please, Alpha, hear me out! Anastasia’s not working with the witches or a zom…”
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