The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess
A few minutes later, Astrid looked so terrified, and suddenly she dug her fingers into my shoulder, not out of fear but out of pain.
“He’s…..he’s pulling through.” She let a chunk fall from her mouth.
“No, no, no, no, no……fight him, Astrid, fight him and stay awake. Stay with me, please.” I pressed my forehead against her as tears came down profusely. I wept like a child.
But Astrid was no longer hearing me. Her body jerked violently as she struggled to breathe.
Then—
An ancient, dark, raw, and terrifying scream tore through her. It was not a mortal scream. It was not even Astrid’s scream. It is a scream that belongs to the bloodline, calling through the centuries, and the forest responded d
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