Claimed by the Damned Alpha King
"Did you, alpha king? Or did you just kill what she wanted you to see?"
"Who is that?" I demanded, but I already knew. Could feel it through the mate bond, Thorne's terror, his disbelief, his rage.
"That," Dante said quietly, his voice hollow, "is Morgana's husband. The one who supposedly died centuries ago."
"Malachar," Thorne confirmed, and his voice shook. "Malachar Ashford. The Dark King."
Malachar’s red eyes found mine across the clearing, and his smile widened.
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