Alex's POV
"Broken souls don't have mates"
Those words kept on echoing in my mind over and over again. Everything had become blurry and I was moving aimlessly in the halls of the mansion, trying to find something or someone to cool off my emotions after the argument I had just had with my mom.
And there she was, my beautiful, perfect Leyla walking through the hallway murmuring some thoughts, walking as devilishly sexily as always. I moved towards her and hugged her surprisingly, making her giggle a little before embracing me completely. Her smell, her warmth, her beauty.. how could I end my life with any other person? How could my mom still this from me so easily? I can't let that happen! I'm already in enough of pain from my existence, my pitiful addicted self and all the other aspe
