My Mate, My Bully
Trix growls from the ground, maintaining his glare with Salcom.
Salcom spins on him, his face flushed with anger. “You don’t know anything, Alpha. Nothing. The Moon’s Tear bends to power, MY power.” He raises the vial higher, as if daring it to respond to him, but the liquid just sits there, lifeless and dull.
I don’t miss the way his hand trembles.
“You don’t look like it’s bending,” I say, my voice sharper now, somewhat stronger. I don’t know where the words come from, but they spill out before I can stop even them. “You look scared.”
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