Her Darkness, His Light
“Sophia… stay with me. Please.”
Marcus knelt on the forest floor, holding her in his arms, heart racing like never before. Her body was hot—too hot—like fire was burning beneath her skin. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t see him. Instead, they were pitch-black, swirling with shadows.
“No... no, no,” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. “Don’t let it take you.”
Inside Sophia’s mind, it was chaos. She felt the queen’s curse, the dagger’s poison crawling through her soul, whispering lies, pushing her to let go.
“He used you. He doesn’t love you. You were always meant to be a weapon.”
“No!” she screamed inside. “I’m not a weapon—I’m his mate!”
But her wolf growled in pain. Her limbs ached. Her heart beat slower.
Then suddenly, she saw him.
Marcus.
