The Cursed Alpha
Lyra was already a ghost; there wasn't a need to make Violet one as well.
Without another word, I headed for the door.
“I hate you, Brian,” she whispered, her voice breaking over the words.
I didn't stop, despite my instincts screaming at me to turn around. Violet had to live even if it meant her hating me.
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VI
My arms ached as they pushed my body off the floor over and over again.
“30, 31, 32…” I mentally counted in my head as I pumped up and down. My heart ached, but my body ached harder, drowning out the pain of the bleeding organ.
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