The Alpha King's Hated Mate
And then—she dropped me.
I hit the ground with a brutal thud, pain splintering through my body. A groan tore from my throat as I curled onto my side, coughing, gasping for breath. Every inhale scraped like knives against my ribs.
The Queen crouched beside me, her face level with mine. Her beauty was almost unbearable up close. Ageless, fierce, flawless. Eyes that could command kingdoms. A smile that could promise either salvation or destruction.
“If you know what is good for you,” she whispered, her tone deceptively soft, “you’ll speak.”