CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
The world fell silent, like sound itself had died.
“Emilia,” I whispered, my voice barely existing. “Emilia?”
No response.
My vision blurred.
“Emilia, don’t…” My throat closed up. “Don’t fucking play with me.”
Still nothing.
No breath.
No heartbeat.
Just stillness.
Just silence.
“Emilia…” I whispered again, but my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. It sounded hollow. Broken. Dead.
Behind me, Soraya exhaled softly.
“Finally,” she murmured. “My job is done.”