The Alpha's Doomed Mate
“I guess she won't survive the next full moon then.”
A cold shiver sliced down my spine. I didn't what the prophecy was, those words were enough to fear it.
Zade's head snapped toward his direction, rage filling his face. “Hera! Take Marrok to the pits. If he speaks another word, rip his tongue out.”
“With pleasure,” Hera responded, her voice cold as ice.
She dragged Marrok out of the room, his mocking laughter echoing down the hallway until it was cut off by a heavy iron door.