Too Late, Alpha: I'm Dead
Did that mean I would be able to forget my mate, whose belief in Selena's lies allowed her to steal my life and silently sanction the killing of our pup?
I ran my hand over my empty, throbbing chest, where the heart beating within was his—a heart long since corroded by resentment. I then, without a flicker of doubt, uncorked the porcelain bottle and downed the bitter liquid in one go. "I'm willing to accept it."
I was no longer Aria, the heiress of the Silver Moon pack, from that day onward—the soul that survived the ordeal was, entirely and solely, my own.
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