Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha
That confession, that raw, awful truth is what undid him.
Because he knew that darkness. Had felt it himself.
“Then we’re not so different,” he said quietly. “I’ve killed. Sometimes for survival. Sometimes because I was angry. Sometimes because someone told me to, and I didn’t ask why.”
She stared at him.
“You’re not a monster,” he added. “Cursed, maybe, but that makes two of us.”
He reached for her hand.
She folded into his arms like someone who didn’t believe him but wanted to.