The Dark Lord's Mate.
The scar below his stomach still shimmered faintly in the light, a constant reminder of the pain he'd endured.
“You’ve always been bold,” he murmured, admiration laced with worry. “But this… this isn’t just a mission of vengeance, Aurora. It’s war. And Kael—he’s no ordinary threat. He’s ruthless. And his father… his father’s hands are soaked in the blood of both werewolves and vampires.”
Aurora crossed the room, pacing. Her fingers trembled as she pulled her shirt down slightly, tightening the fabric around her waist.
“I don’t care,” she said, eyes flickering with determination. “I’ve watched people I love be destroyed by his lies. My pack shattered. My legacy stolen. My family name smeared.
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