Liberty knew from the moment she was betrothed to Prince Aziel that she would never be happy. She vowed she would stop at nothing to keep herself away from him. When a mysterious portal opens up, she takes a chance and hops through it. After all, th...
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"Swoon, I'll catch you." — The English Patient, 1996
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THE blood in my heart was pounding loudly. The world around me was muffled, and distorted. I could barely see anything in front of me. I could barely see my mate — Liberty who was barely holding on to life.
I couldn't remember what had led up to this moment. My brain refused to relive it.
Standing next to me was Blade who had a worried expression on his face. Sitting on the only chair in the hospital room was Sabrina, who was softly crying into Gomez's shirt. The doctors hovered over my mate, baffled.
Liberty's siblings — Jacob and Declan had disappeared, gone to tell the rest of their family what had happened. They were also searching for a cure.
We have never seen anything like this. I don't know what poison it is. They had said, regretfully. Failing the Luna was the worst thing imaginable.
Knowing my mate might not survive — having doctors confirm she would die if they didn't find a solution quickly — was like the ultimate punch to the stomach. The kind of one where it feels like it destroys your kidneys and forces you to crumble to the floor in defeat.
I didn't want to do anything else. I should — I should be out there finding some sort of antidote but I was frozen, stuck in a dark and cold loop of depression.
Who would do such a thing to my mate?
There was only one answer — Delta-fucking-Moon.
They would do something as low as to poison the Alpha's mate.
"Alpha," Blade called my name, sharply. There was an edge to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Reluctantly, I turned my head to face him. His hazel eyes were glazed — signifying that he was mind-linking someone. "There's a man at our borders, demanding to speak with you."
