d: The Alpha'
: Blood M
her wrists bound in silver-threaded rope. Each step was a war between defiance and exhaustion.
eat crawling up her spine-an infuriating mix of power and danger.
. A stone altar stood at its center, glowing faintly under the light of the Blood Mo
r tracks. "You're not
otion. "The ritual must be
ed altar under a blood moo
f we don't complete the binding, you
e pain in her shoulder even less. The mark burned hotter with each p
in the ancient tongue of the moon priests. One stepped forward-El
ate," he
lied. "And she's not a sacrific
prise. That almost sou
does not care about feel
flinched, expecting pain-but their hands were soft, respectful. They help
s and ankles, binding her to the sto
ting gre
was unreadable, but his fingers twitched
ne and dipped it into a bowl of dark crimso
epped f
commanding, echoed t
o hers. I take her pain as mine, her blood as my legac
eyes locke
ed above them
and the burn was instant. Her blood-silver
was don
ressed his han
blood
ath the altar. The air
light. Pain shot through her like fire and t
g body. A white-haired woman whispering forbidden words
n... st
stopped
oon d
ffs re
hard, caught her before sh
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