She’s dead already, the life fading out of her beautiful grey eyes. Her white hair is red at the ends, dipped in blood. Gone. The bond is silent and empty. Achingly, painfully silent. And living without them? Is that even a life? It’s not one I want.
My mates. Mordecai. Kaida.
My child.
My hope for the future, the promise that’s been stolen.
My baby.
Oh, gods, why? Why would they do this?
I can’t live like this.
I can’t.
I’m straining against the alpha, fighting to survive. Why? I let go, forcing my muscles to relax. Kaida is squeezed between us, pressed against me when he bites deep into my shoulder.
I scream and hold my omega tighter.
Soon. Soon, we’ll be together again.
The next life will be the one; the next one is where we will find our happy ever after.
They come for me, and their teeth snap into my skin. Their fingers pull at me, and then one of them rips me open, and my hot blood pours out of my body, joining my mate’s.
Suddenly, clarity sweeps through me, and I remember everything, and I remember who we are.
I guess the dream was right.
For us, there will never be growing old.
We are destined to live and die. Forever.
Chapter 20
The Ravage Wolf
“Hey, Alpha,” I call out.
Jarek whirls around, spots me, and, with an anguished look, the blood drains from his face. He presses a hand to his shoulder, holding it like it hurts. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.
I’m on the way to get food for my stomach, which is growling like a hungry alpha. The look on Jarek’s face kills my appetite dead. I take a step towards him, but he whirls and rushes away, almost running from me.
My feet are glued to the spot, despite people walking past me. The pang of hurt is sharp enough that I do not even want to acknowledge it. I refuse to chase him.
It feels like everyone is looking at me, staring, wondering what evil I have committed to make such a strong alpha run. With an annoyed huff, I turn back to the cafeteria. I reach up, tying my hair in a ponytail while I walk, trying to push the image of his face out of my mind.
Cadel is waiting for me when I enter the room. Bless him, he hands me a plate that has some kind of meat and bread.
I don’t want to eat it. My stomach is still churning, but we’re heading out today, and I need to have the sustenance.
“Eat,” Cadel growls as if he can read my mind.
I obey him because I don’t want to cause a scene and because he’s right. It occurs to me that Cadel didn’t use his bark to make me eat. The kind of alpha that he is shines in everything he does. Quiet, attentive, savage, and lethal but to everyone else. Never to me.
Marshall’s standing next to a tall guy that I haven’t seen before. He’s got shoulder-length black dreadlocks and looks deadly.
“Who is that?”
