Mated to the cursed Lycan King
A swallowed a whimper with a rising and falling chest, refusing to cry as the pain from the poison, their betrayal and his hand gripping my hair rooted deep into my soup.
“I, Jerome Bane, reject you as my mate,” he declared. I could hear the anguish in his tone, the weight of his words bearing down on me.
As Jerome finished his words, the world around me seemed to collapse, darkness closing in around me. My heart clenched with a sense of finality, the realization sinking in that this was the end.
“Moon goddess, is this my end? If I have another chance, I’ll make sure they pay for what they have done with their lives,” I thought bitterly as I succumbed to the darkness, my last thoughts filled