The Viking Alpha

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(James POV)

'You must kill her.'

'She won't save you.'

'She is not coming.'

'She can't help you.'

'No one can help you.'

'No one cares.'

'They are all weak cowards.'

'They all despise you.'

'They want to see you fall.'

Shaking his head to clear the voices was futile.

Every second he stayed suspended from the damned silver he tried to picture Cassandra's face. But it was as if each passing second it became dim. Then warped. Every memory he had with her. Every kiss, embrace, or any loving moment turned dark. Now he saw her with Rexton.

'The child she Carries is not yours.'

He shook his head again.

No. That was not true. Cassandra was faithful.

'Was she? Did you not catch them naked together in bed?'

No. That was a trick.

'Was it?'

Someone…someone set them up. Betrayed h