The Alpha's concubine mate
“I didn’t want any of this!”
They circled her, their movements slow, deliberate, as though savoring her fear.
“Neither did we,” one of them whispered, a voice almost human.
“But once the curse chooses, it does not let go.”
Lila took a step back — but the ground beneath her feet dissolved into darkness. She fell, weightless, through a sea of shadows. Her scream was swallowed by the void.
When she landed, she was in a forest.
The same forest.
Only it wasn’t alive anymore — it was dead, ash-gray, its trees skeletal and bleeding light. The moon hung low, red and cracked like an open wound.
Bab Populer