The Missing Beta
I try to scream, but my mouth doesn’t open, and nothing comes out.
I watch his claws push into Aston’s chest. His eyes go big, and a tear rolls down his face. King turns to me and pulls his hand out with a gleam in his eyes. He stands up tall with his bloody hand in front of him. His fingers are closed around the heart of my mate, and the anguish I feel is overwhelming. He tosses the heart backward and saunters over to me.