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"Then who did you kill?" "No one. I killed no one because I was busy running for my life, and yeah, fucking the beta." Set gave me the 'crazy look'. "There was a twist in the game, one I wasn't expecting, and it turned out that Diego, the Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, is my mate," I said, waiting for some reaction from Set. "What?" "Fucked up, right?" "So... what? You wouldn't go on with your life's mission?" "I hate myself right now for letting him even touch me, but when he did, it was unlike had ever felt in my life."

Alpha screams in anguish, his cries echoing throughout the room. “You devil,” he roars. “How dare you murder my beloved daughter?” Alpha lunged at me, his face red with rage. “You have no right to kill Elena. I’m going to kill you.” He attacks me. I smirk. I can’t wait to have a proper fight with him. I dodge his attacks with ease, reveling in the fight's thrill. He’s strong, but I can tell I’m much more powerful. I know with one swift blow, I can end this battle. He believes I am still the same girl he wanted to murder back then. I laugh at his naivety. I keep avoiding his attacks, and he becomes more furious than before.

“If you want revenge, then stay alive. And the only way to do that is to remain here, let them believe you’re dead, and survive until you give birth. Otherwise, you won’t last.” With that, Death turned and walked away, his shadow swallowing the doorway behind him. Deli sank to her knees, the tears refusing to fall even though her chest burned with agony. Her husband. The man she had no memory of…he was behind all of it. They all wanted her dead. The weight crushed her as her body shook, a single tear finally sliding free. Outside, Death shut the door and found Ymir waiting. She stood still, her expression unreadable, though her eyes revealed she had heard everything.

I thought just as a stronger sensation hit me in my core. Dark spots block my vision as the warriors began to turn against each other. Dimitri lets me go only to join the newcomers in the fight. Growling and snarling as the news of the Alpha's death instigated the fray. I blinked as I see Declan's head roll over on the ground, stopping at my feet. I look down at it. The world around me spins and my stomach sinks, right before everything turns black. "Elara!"

when we were little children. I had missed all the little clues. “Diego.” I said his name in a whisper, I could see his cold expression wavering a bit at me calling him out by his true name. He wasn’t Andres or Death, he was Diego. “Oh Diego, I thought you were dead.” I said, my voice finally giving in. He gave me a fierce bark and said, “Don’t call me by that name, you left me there to die like an animal. After you killed everyone.” This was all a misunderstanding, I didn’t abandon him, I searched for him but I couldn’t find him so I assumed he died like the others but I still had hope that he survived somehow. Aunt Delilah must have kept him and indoctrinated him. She supplied him with li

"Yes, Daphne Forster, your mate. She is dead. It's because of Alpha Calle!" "N-no way!" My face darkened to the point I could have sworn steam was coming out of my ears. I could hear my teeth grinding against each other, and the air was hot as I breathed in. "M-my mate is... dead?" I glared so hard at Beta Degen that I could see my reflection on his skin.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

I asked. “Um…not really.” “Not really? What the hell does that mean?” “It means what I said,” Beta Grant shrugged. “Well you either have a mate or you don’t.” “She died.” I gulped hard. “Oh…I’m sorry. What happened?” “She was killed in a pack fight. I um…I couldn’t save her.” “We have a lot in common,” “Do we?” “Yeah we do. Lost loves, having someone in charge of us, dealing with Ronan.”

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

I wheeze, just as my fingertips find grip on the blade and arch, pulling it just a fraction of an inch toward where I’m lying, where I’m dying. “We could have ruled together,” he whispers. “You could have been my queen.” “Fuck you,” I whimper, my lungs screaming for air. I’m going to die. I can feel it. I can feel death already snaking through my veins. I use the last of my strength to grip the blade, and then I swing, closing my eyes and whispering, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Dalton sacrificed himself to allow me a way out.