MY HYBRID MATE
“Then, my sweet little mate… you’ll be mine completely.”
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head, but the air felt heavier now—thicker. Wrong. “Start doing your work,” Damien ordered the witches. “Alpha,” one of them said carefully, “we’ll need you to restrain her. This spell requires focus.” Damien didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both my wrists tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. His grip was like iron. I kicked, I squirmed, but he didn’t let go. “Pl-please… don’t,” I sobbed, but he ignored me, nodding to the witches. “Start.” The witches raised their hands in unison, their palms glowing with eerie light. They chanted in a strange language, their voices low but growing louder, weaving around
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