Sweat instantly covered Maxwell’s forehead, soaking through his clothes within moments. His breathing became ragged, each breath shorter than the last. It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped itself around his heart and was squeezing tighter with every passing second.
He struggled desperately to draw in air.
The pain only continued to grow.
At that exact moment, the Alpha King stepped into the room.
He had come intending to question Maxwell again about the curse. There were still too many things he wanted to know, especially if there was even the slightest chance of saving Victoria.
Instead, he found Maxwell collapsed on the floor.
The Alpha’s face had turned deathly pale.
His entire body trembled violently as though he were fighting to stay conscious.
For one terrifying in
