"I want death. Kill me, have mercy on me for the last time and kill me.” Daphne muttered in a painful tone. Her body was about to burn now, but she knew she would not survive the deadly pain.
She will remain like this even if she endures for ten years. She barely moved her dry white lips but could not make a sound. Alpha laid the handkerchief aside and looked at her, and then stopped at the movement of her lips to understand her words. She was begging him for death.
"You are making the wrong decision. You know you are my mate and I cannot take my own life. If you think your punishment is going to be short, then you are wrong. Why don't you give up? I swear I will keep the secret buried within me.” He bent over her and put his hands around her face. He began caressing her cold, dry lips.
