Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother
“That is enough, Alpha. I dislike killing, and truthfully, it pains me to do this to an old friend, but you must return for another Alpha, a better Alpha, to rise.”
“Al! Al, don’t! it’s me.”
The Alpha’s hands instinctively rose in the air in a show of surrender.
“I know.”
Alba, ‘his Alba’ responded; Marko knew it from the scent that filled the air and Ace’s swivel in his belly.
“Al?”
The Alpha repeated as if sensing the difference, again annoyingly, like him.
“Rest well, old friend.”
Before the Alpha could even take a step to his escape, a bright golden light from Alba’s palm pierced his chest, leaving a gaping hole.
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