Alpha King's Unfavored Mate
A mirror image of Fiona, but corrupted, consumed by darkness.
“What the hell is that?” I muttered under my breath, my muscles coiling with the instinct to protect.
Before I could move, the shadow turned toward me, its lips curling into a cruel smile. “Ah, the Alpha King,” it hissed, its voice an eerie echo of Fiona’s. “So quick to protect what’s already lost.”
Fiona’s eyes snapped to mine, wide with terror. “Quinton, help!” she cried, her voice trembling as the shadow reached for her, its dark tendrils wrapping around her like chains.