The Alpha Who Killed Me Is My Mate
I should have answered: Your death.
Instead, the words tangled in my throat.
I stepped closer, slowly.
“Caelum,” I said at last, my voice low and slightly shaky. “Alpha of Bloodthorn.”
Her breath hitched. She knew the name.
I crouched, inches from her, close enough to see the blood on her lips, close enough to hear her heart struggling in her chest. My hand lifted, almost on its own, to brush the ash from her cheek.
And then I stopped, trembling.
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