The Alpha Who Survived My Curse
She looked so clean and perfect in her white silk dress, a massive contrast to the gritty, war-torn wolves of the vanguard.
"I saw you walking down, and you look so pale," Tasha said, her voice dripping with sweet sympathy. She stepped close, resting a cool hand against Gina’s forehead. "Oh, you are burning up. Here, take the tea. It’s a special blend from the southern gardens. It will help clear the blockages in your magic."
Gina looked at the steaming cup. Yesterday, the tea had made her jaw stop hurting, but now, a small voice of survival deep inside her mind felt uneasy. "Thank you, Tasha, but my stomach feels a bit turned today. Maybe I will drink it later."
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