Shadow Of The Cursed Alpha
"Is that supposed to bring me peace? Do you think I wanted to be your tool, your shadow, your mistake?"
"I'll consider Kenderick my mistake, not you. You are just a brat throwing a tantrum." Alpha Elton, he mumbled.
Collon turned sharply, the pendant swinging from his fingers like a hypnotic metronome. "You saw the rot growing in me, and instead of healing it, you fed it. You watched it fester. You studied it like a scientist observing a cursed experiment."
"And I didn’t stop you," Alpha Elton said, voice brittle. "Because I needed to know which monster I created would destroy me first."
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