Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother
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ISABELLA
My lungs were completely empty, the air trapped in my throat like solid ice as Ravena’s purple magic held me suspended three feet above the carpet. I clawed frantically at the invisible band around my neck, my fingernails digging into my own skin, but there was nothing to grab. The room was spinning, the dim light of the hallway distorting into long, sickly streaks of gray.
"Isabella!"
Rohan didn't crawl. He didn't hesitate. He was an Alpha heir, and even stripped of his golden reservoir, the apex predator inside him didn't know how to stand down when his mate was suffocating.
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