Alpha's Last Chance
He remarks mischievously while caressing her face and planting a kiss on her forehead.
She grinned, “We might not survive this night, Savant.” She uttered, calling him by his childhood name.
He grasped her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. “Then let’s die together, mate.” He replied as he kissed her wounded wrist.
The words hung in the air, a solemn vow that carried both the weight of inevitability and the strength of their bond. Together, they stepped into the night, prepared to face whatever horrors awaited them, united until the very end.
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