Her Alpha King
Maybe my pain and anger could do something.
I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.”
The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this?
I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”
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