The Alphas Broken Mate
The rites were over, they were grieving their Luna, I was grieving my better half.
I sank into an empty couch, the leather creaking under my weight. My eyes fluttered close, mostly from exhaustion, my limbs growing weaker as the seconds went by.
And when I thought I’d found a second to myself, a voice broke the silence.
“We’re going home now, Iris.”
It was small, shaken by unshed tears. I didn’t need to see to know it was Camille, Katrina’s sister. Her shuffling grated painfully on my already frayed nerves.
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