THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME
the officiant prompted.
I opened my mouth to speak the words I'd memorized, the promises that would seal my fate forever. The words felt heavy on my tongue, like swallowing stones.
But as I drew breath to speak, the whisper came again. Stronger this time. Pain mixed with hope, desperation mixed with love. The voice of someone who refused to give up, even when giving up was the only sane choice.
*I'm coming for you. Hold on. Please, just hold on.*
"I, Lunara Blackthorne," I began, my voice clear and cold as winter wind, "take you, Silas Blackheart, as my...."
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