CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
the woman whispered, gleeful.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image burned behind my lids anyway.
“And poor, poor Maximus,” she went on, voice dripping fake pity. “He found her body first. Thought he was the monster. Thought his mate killed herself because she couldn’t stand being tied to him. He screamed so hard that night the windows cracked.”
She clapped once, sharp. “Perfect.”
Bile rose in my throat. I swallowed it down, tasting acid.
“But I didn’t stop there,” she said, almost bouncing on her toes now. “That would’ve been boring. So I let the beast loose. One tiny push and boom. He went wild. Completely feral. No one could stop him.”