"She needs the Veylor." Rebekah muttered.
"No...." Vaelora gasped, struggling against the sheets.
"I'm sorry, Lora." Rebekah sighed. "But whatever pain you're feeling now, is just a tiny fragment of what is to come. We haven't even gone halfway through the night. You need your mate."
"Nooo...." More sweat trailed down her face. "I can't...."
Another wave hit her aggressively, and she let out a guttural growl.
At the sight of that, Zayn didn’t waste another second. He rushed out of her chambers, sprinting down the hallway and heading for Draekon's study.
The air within the royal House had changed. Thick, charged, dangerous.
Several male guards were already shifting uneasily, their eyes darkening as the scent of heat reached them.
“Stay back!” Zayn barked, pushing past them.
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