A Liar
The door closed in front of her eyes, but Alina couldn’t move her eyes from it. As if, if she stood there, waiting for him, he would regret his words somehow, open the door and take her in his arms. But it didn’t matter the seconds that passed by, the beautifully carved door didn’t open. And no beautiful mate with golden blond hair came out of it. She had lost him. A weak sob left her lips unconscionably. Alina had lost Julian. Her soulmate. Had she ever had him in the first place? Or had those hours in his bed been just a part of her imagination? A dream? A mirage even? One that she had convinced herself she had lived with him. “Alina.” She realized Evelyn and Arthmael hadn’t walked away still, but she was too ashamed to even look them in the eye. Even if they hated her—which she
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