CHAPTER 8
The kiss Mikka shared with his mate was like a balm to his very soul.
Mikka had longed for the day he and Nyx could finally be one as the gods had intended and had held that hope like a lifeline. With everything Patrice had put him through… every strike of the whip over his skin, every slice of the knife as it peeled away his skin, even when he was put into that fiery pit of hell… it was Nyx’s smile, laugh, and remembrance of his touch that kept Mikka from completely losing his mind and begging his alpha to give her what she asked for. Now, here he was, almost not believing his mate was truly in his arms once again.
Maybe this was a dream. Maybe this was a trick Patrice was playing on him. Maybe that b***h had found a way to break him… really break him once and for all. What i
