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ThomarVarin agreed to stay behind and allow the doctor to run endless tests and scans. I, however, needed to see our mate, the instinct both intense and shocking.
Just a few days ago she did not exist to me. And now she was the only reason I cared whether I lived or died. The hours spent in her bed the most peaceful and consuming of my life. She was a gift, an unexpected and final blessing from this f*****g s**t universe. I’d been born cursed by blood and the sins on my family name. I’d done the one thing I knew how to do well, fight. Destroy. Kill.
The Arcas family had been known for thousands of years as ferocious, merciless warriors. Our bloodline was ancient and feared. Powerful.
Dishonored in the worst way imaginable, abuse of a female, of a treasured mate.
It made no differenc
