Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha
My fingers caught on a cold, glass vial tucked into a hidden pocket.
The adrenaline—the raw, unfiltered counter-agent.
I pulled it out. It was a clear liquid, the only hope we had left. But as I held the needle, I realized there was only one dose. One shot to bring the Alpha back.
The silhouette of my sister appeared at the mouth of the cave, framed by the moonlight. She was holding a long, silver blade, the edge shimmering with a cruel light.
"Time to go to sleep, Little Calder," Venus whispered, stepping into the fog.
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