Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Dark King
And he, caught between them, had no defenses left.
His body jolted again, harder, his fingers digging weakly into her arm.
“No,” she whispered fiercely. “No, you stay with me—do you understand? Stay.”
The fractured throne flickered behind them, unstable, cracking apart. A low hum vibrated through the chamber—an aftershock of the Convergence’s collapse. The air felt thin, brittle, dangerous. Everything around them was on the brink of falling apart.
And Erevan was the epicenter.
She lowered her forehead to his, trying to ground him, to remind him he wasn’t alone. “Listen to me,” she breathed. “You can’t contain both without me. You weren’t meant to. You don’t have to.”
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