Assassinate My Alpha Mate
Damien’s POV
The last thing I feel is an explosive pain in the center of my chest, like a sunburst seared into my skin, and then the world goes black.
I’m dreaming.
I’m well past consciousness.
Am I dead?
I might be dead, because there’s Clara kneeling before me, clothed in white silk and staring at the ground.
“Clara!” I rush towards her, throwing my arms around her. To have her here like this, in my arms, in my grasp, her jasmine scent, those perfect eyes–”Thank the Moon Goddess, you’re alive!”
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