Fated to the Alpha
My heart nearly stops, and when I blink, they’re back to normal.
Am I hallucinating?
I have to be.
My trembling fingers touch my face under my eyes.
The burning sensation is fading now, but the pain is still there, tender, throbbing.
My hands tighten on the marble of the sink, and I hear a cracking sound. Confused, shaken, I look down and see large cracks in the marble stemming from where I’m holding on to it. My hands jump away, almost as if the marble just burned them.
My breathing is already uneven, and now I feel a thundering sensation inside my head as I stare at the sink’s cracked white marble.
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