The Cursed Alpha And His Hybrid Mate
My gaze hardened as I tightened my grip on the mirror until it shattered to dust in my palm.
I still hadn’t found a way to turn mortal, or die.
The air around me twisted, my magic teetering on the edge of a rampage.
Before it could tear through the room, I exhaled softly, letting the agitation within me ebb away. Then I slid off the bed, slipped on my slippers, and stepped out.
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At the back of my mansion lay the herb garden, the place where I grew ingredients for my potions.
Potions, or rather poisons, meant to 'cure' my immortality.
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