Alpha Arkon;
Should I damn the consequences and f**k her hard, or should I let her slip away from my hands?
My decision fights within me and my brain overshadows my urge. I let go of her and straightened up on my feet. Picking up my shirt, “We can’t do this, Camilla.”
“Why, Alpha?” She moves away from the wall.
“You are the sister of my fated mate, and this is wrong,” I throw my shirt on my body.
“Not my cursed sister again. Why always h…?”
“What do you mean ‘cursed?” My hands stop right at my button.
“She carries the curse of the Blood Moon, Alpha. Any male who dares to take her to the wedding altar dies mysteriously. It’s risky for you to be with her,” Camilla ambles closer to me.
My head tilts a little as I take a proper look at her. “What do you mean ‘the Blood Moon Curse?”
