The Alpha Who Executed His Luna
I ran to the corner of my solar, where a tall silver-white drawer stood.
I pulled it open, taking out the potion from within.
I was about to uncork it and release it into the wind when a metallic blade pressed against my neck, its sharp luminance striking my eyes.
"A charm sword?"
I croaked, unable to believe what I was seeing.
How on earth does he have that in his possession?
Damion’s eyes glinted, and that smirk, gosh, I hated it with everything in me spread across his lips again.
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