The Alpha's rejected mate
But the moment she ran into the blizzard, the mate bond inside me had withered, leaving a hollow, rotting void in my chest that made it difficult to breathe.
My fingers brushed against something buried in the snowdrift.
I dug frantically. It was fabric. Dark, heavy wool.
I pulled it free, my heart stopping in my chest. It was the cloak she had been wearing. It was shredded, soaked through with frozen, dark blood. Huge, feral claw marks tore through the fabric—the undeniable signature of the monstrous, starving Corrupted that roamed the deep woods.
"No," I whispered, clutching the frozen, bloody wool to my chest. "No, Goddess, please. Punish me. Take my eyes, take my title. Just let her b
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