Torn Between Alphas
“Serena—listen to me. You’re not his. You’ve never been his!”
Elias, shaking from the effort, drew in a breath so sharp it tore his lungs. His body erupted in a storm of silver lightning, every strand of hair glowing, every vein alight. He raised his hand to the storm above, and with a roar that split the clouds, he unleashed it.
The Silver Tempest.
Bolts of lightning the size of spears rained from the heavens, crashing down into Fenris’s shadows. For the first time, the god’s smirk faltered. The shadows shuddered, recoiling, and Serena dropped for a heartbeat before the god’s grip snapped tight again.
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