The Alpha's Fated Kiss
The flower screamed.
I saw it: every memory, every lie, every love. Javier teaching me to code on a busted library computer. Elena sneaking me into La Isla Dorada’s kitchen at midnight. Mamá singing boleros while stitching wounds. Alexander’s proposal, his voice breaking. I pushed it all into the shard, into the flower, into the protocol.
“BURN!” I roared.
The gold exploded, a supernova that consumed the flower, the roots, the eye. The alley shook, pavement cracking, ash swirling into a vortex of light and blood. Faces flashed—Javier, free; Victor, dissolving; Frankie, redeemed. The subway grate sealed with a clang.
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