Beauty And The Alpha Don
Vlad’s scowl deepened, his muscles bulging as he squeezed tighter, applying immense pressure, trying to crush her defiance as easily as he was crushing her windpipe.
"Is death truly your final decision, Thana?" he asked, the question laced with a strange, dark hope. He desperately wanted her to surrender, to admit his power, hoping that his brutal display of strength would somehow finally break her will and make her choose life, even if it meant submission.
Thana closed her eyes, the smile fading into an expression of peaceful acceptance. The pain was irrelevant now. "Yes," she whispered, "I was always dead to begin with. My life ended a thousand years ago."
Hot Chapters