The Alpha Of My Heart
Even if it's not certain, it's something.
"How sure are you?" I ask quickly. "What's the success rate?"
Josh exhales his face tight with worry. "It's... about eighty percent."
Eighty percent. That's more than enough. It's better than doing nothing while Asher slips away.
"Then go. Get it now," I urge, my voice shaking with urgency. Without another word, Josh rushes out of the room.
I turn back to Asher, his breathing shallow, his body trembling with every weak inhale. His skin is cold, too cold, and the bond between us feels distant and fragile.
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