Fated To The Ruthless Alpha
Dark armour, masked faces, blades gleaming with death.
“No!” the queen roared, spreading her arms protectively in front of her daughter. She fought them, the memories were scattered.
A flash of steel.
A scream.
A fall.
The queen collapsed. Her silver hair spilled across the floor like a river of moonlight tainted with red.
“Mama!” little Marhea shrieked.
She ran to her mother, cradling her shoulders. The queen’s lips moved faintly.
“Live… my child.”
Then her eyes went still. The hall shook again as enemies poured in. Someone grabbed Marhea from behind, lifting her. She screamed, kicked, clawed but arms wrapped around her, fierce and protective.
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