The Alpha's Fated Kiss
It shrieked, thinning.
Mamá crawled forward, her blood mixing with ours. “Take me!” Her lies, her cancer, Javier’s death, poured in. The vein cracked.
Lila pressed her scarred hand to Marco’s, Etienne’s face flashing. “Take me!” Her choice, her guilt, her life. The vein shattered.
Marco’s eyes snapped open, brown again, human. “Together,” he whispered.
We pulled.
Our blood, our love, our truth; Kane and Vasquez, soldier and brother—poured into the vein. It screamed, a sound of collapsing worlds, and dissolved, ash swirling upward, forming a single red petal.
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