Omega Bound
The frantic, scheming she had done for years couldn't save her this time, I pulled my fangs from her neck, as I let her body go, her body landing with a wet thud on the floor like a broken doll, staring blankly at the leaking ceiling.
Her mind had completely gone catatonic. The hunt was over.
I stood over her. My breathing settled into a steady rhythm as the rain continued to pour through the roof.
Waiting for the backlash of the retribution of killing one's mate to hit, bringing my phone out texting Ronan.
At an abandoned warehouse track the phone, and the pain from harming your true mate in any way comes, sending me down to my knees.