CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
Adele’s voice cut through the tension—strong, fierce. “Hey—if you didn’t come into this world, where would I find my mate?”
Her words pierced the haze. I looked at her, and despite everything—the ropes, the knife, the fear— she managed a small, defiant smile. Goddess, I loved her. Even here, in hell, she was fighting. For me. For us.
If the situation wasn’t life or death, I might have laughed.
But Harrison’s face twisted—vicious, ugly. He yanked harder on Adele’s hair. She screamed—sharp, pained, the sound ripping through me like claws.