FATED TO MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA.
Slowly, smoothly, she raised the silver blade high above her head, the polished metal catching the soft recessed lights of the ceiling.
“He's supposed to love me,” Mirrielle whispered, her voice cracking with a chilling mix of grief and brainwashed rage. “I'm the one who stood by him while you ran away and left him broken!”
Mirrielle brought the knife down with vicious, fatal force, aiming straight for the center of my chest.
I closed my eyes tight, bracing for the searing agony of silver tearing through my heart and ending my life right here in this bed.
But before the blade could pierce my skin, Odyssey flicked two slender fingers through the air.