Alpha Nero
The way he looks at me, the familiarity in his touch, the memories that feel like they’re just out of reach.
“Who are you, really?” I breathe, trying to swallow down what I know will be betrayal.
He takes a deep breath and cards his fingers through his hair, his eyes never leaving mine. “My name is Nero Leonetti and your real name is Camellia. You’re my mate and my Luna. Five years ago, you were taken from me and disappeared without a trace, and I’ve been trying to find you ever since.”
My mind is spinning, trying to process his words. “You’re lying,” I say, my voice breaking. “You have to be.”
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