The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate
My wolf howled in my chest, begging for blood, demanding justice.
The only thing that stopped me was a soft, wet cough.
I turned.
Cassandra lay sprawled on the dirt, her body battered, her face pale beneath the streaks of blood.
The crowd was deathly silent as they watched on.
I forced myself back, barely. Tossed the warrior aside like trash.
And went to her.
Her eyes fluttered weakly, blood trailing from the corner of her mouth.
“Cassandra…” My voice cracked, my hand hovering near her cheek, afraid to touch her in case she crumbled under my fingers.