Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother
Just like the day she first came here, when my mother was dying.
My mother's voice whispered through the fog in my mind.
Little star. My brave little star.
Tears ran over my frozen skin, scorching and sharp, making me tremble.
No, Mom. I was not brave. I had never been brave.
No one would protect me like you once did.
No one was coming.
Boots appeared in my fading vision. Black leather, expensive. Military style with silver buckles.
I stared at them dully, too cold to look up, too tired to care who they belonged to.