I Married My EX
he mocked, “such noble sacrifice. But your death won’t save her. She chose her fate when she accepted the crown.”
And then it happened—the clash of fangs, the tearing of flesh. Drew fought valiantly, but Drake was ancient, cunning. Their struggle echoed through the Whispering Grove, a symphony of pain and betrayal.
In the end, Drew fell. His silver fur stained crimson, his life force draining into the earth. Drake, triumphant, wiped his mouth and stepped over the fallen lupine. “Tell Jette,” he whispered, “that her husband died for her.”
And so, Drew’s eyes closed, his last thoughts of Jette—the queen he loved, the woman he’d die for. But now, she ruled over both lupines and vampires, torn b