CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
IVAN
“pearl, pearl…” I called several shaking pearl but her body had already gone limp, as she was pale. She had passed out.
Pearl's name was a mantra on my lips, a prayer for her survival as I knelt beside her, my hand gently brushing against her cheek.
Her skin was cold to the touch, her breathing shallow and ragged as I searched for signs of life.
Why the hell did she take an arrow for me, she was just a skinny, powerless omega, how could she think of taking an arrow for me, an alpha?
I looked up and my eyes caught the perpetrator.
The rage that coursed through my veins was like a raging inferno, my gaze burning with the heat of my fury.
My body tensed and ready to strike. The perpetrator stood before me, his bow still in his hand as he smirked with arroga
