The Alpha King's Rejected Mate
“Curse you and your precious Moon Goddess. Curse all of you for turning me into this!”
His fury trembles between madness and grief. For a moment, I almost pity him. Almost.
But then something strange happens. The metal he once controlled begins to crawl over his skin. It slithers up his arms, twisting and reshaping, then creeps across his face. Streams of silver ooze from his mouth, his nose, his eyes—like molten tears. The sight freezes me.
Baron trembles, choking on his own power. His voice turns into a wet, broken gurgle as the metal consumes him. It’s as though the very thing that made him strong has turned against him, reclaiming what it gave.
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