A Mate Forever Lost
My Alpha, Sebastian Blackwood, has been cursed in battle. The Healers say he only has two weeks to live.
Following the instructions of the witch, Annabelle Pearson, I sacrificed my wolf for an antidote to his curse.
My wolf is ripped from me while I'm fully conscious. It feels as though my soul is being torn apart. The agony nearly makes me black out.
Weak and bleeding, I stagger toward Sebastian's house, clutching the vial containing the antidote tightly in my hand. He needs it now.
Then, I hear laughter and music drifting through the air. Sebastian's having a party.
I crept toward the window. One of his pack mates claps him on the back and praises, "Great work, Alpha—you've truly played Zoreen like a fiddle! That dumbass still believes that you were cursed. Can you believe that?"
Sebastian chuckles coldly, "This is just the beginning. If it weren't for Zoreen, Nina wouldn't have lost her voice. Zoreen deserves this!"