The Alpha's Regret: Murdered By Her Mate

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the metallic tang of blood that constantly coated my tongue. I was shuffling toward the prep roo

mo

the notes?"

swaying. "W

ped. "Laila needs them. She said she left the final calculations

s. "You mean the research I did? The research s

er! Laila is the youngest potion master in the history of the Silv

, pointing to the worn canvas

rough it until he found the leather-bound notebook. It

r heels clicking sharply on the ti

book like a holy relic. "She tr

sister's glory even when she lies on her deathbed. The pack comes first, Zo

there, sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a nurse. She

d a weak, trembling smile. "Oh, Simon... than

iumph. She let her gaze travel down my body, mocking my inability to sh

e spark of static electricity. *It wasn't the mate bond-it was stolen magic. She was siphoning

hollow. "Take the book. Take

rep room, ignoring the guard. I

I had left. A scarf I had knitted for Simon for the upcoming

e bio-hazard incine

ade of the finest grey wool. I had poured my love into every

it into

e," I w

ludge splattered onto the pristine white floor.* My inner wolf howled-a soun

and Laila were there again.

he changed the numbers! The dosage is wrong! If I h

puddle of my toxic blood without even noticing i

ches from mine. "You tried to sabotage her work? Yo

ubbling past my lips. "Those ar

wheelchair. "You want me to fa

me on my knees, bleeding black, Simon holding

ees, Zora. Apologize to your sister,

ooked at the man who was s

" I

, animalistic sound.

said, a strange calm washing over m

ackward. I hit th

hovering nervously in the hallway. "Cut t