Idol Of Oblivion Mtg Novels & Stories

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+. Eventually, it settled on a vivid pink that was off the charts. The label next to the number was “possession”. He looked at me, the ice in his eyes melting away. In its place was a burning intensity that could swallow me whole. “You’re mine now.”