My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
My vision blurs slightly, and when it clears, I see the blood on the floor.
"Shit. That bastard must've poisoned you," he says, and I whimper, clutching at my belly.
"Am I going to die?"
He practically growls. "Not under my watch."
"Hurts," I gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks.
"Breathe, Angel. Look at me," he says, brushing my hair away from my sweaty face.
When I manage to look into his eyes, I find them glowing at the edges. A brilliant gold.