A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL
From the power that pulsed through her body.
On the ground beside me, Rowan coughed blood and laughed hoarsely, while I could only stare, my mind spinning. Fiona. My mate. The woman who carried my heart. She was burning with questions none of us could answer.
Wakanda stood stiff not far from them, his eyes wide, his breathing ragged. His gaze fixed on Fiona with disbelief. “How…” he muttered. “How could you be mine? My daughter? How could this be?”
I wanted to move. I wanted to drag Fiona back to me, away from Zeus, away from Wakanda, away from the blood-soaked lies. But my body betrayed me, still pinned to the dirt.
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