SHADOW OF THE PAST: THE CURSED ALPHA
Never the hollow shell of the woman I loved.
“Such a tragedy,” a voice sang out.
I spun around, my instincts sharpening, power stirring in my chest.
From the mist stepped Melanie. Her beauty was sharp, too sharp, like a rose with poisoned thorns.
Her smile stretched wide, her eyes glittering with satisfaction, though she tried to veil it with false pity.
“She’s broken, Kieran,” Melanie said, stepping closer with graceful ease. “A vegetable, as they say. Her soul has retreated too far. You’ll never bring her back.”
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