"No! don't move. If you make another step, I swear to everything you care about, I will kill her," the dark woman said, remorse clearly not something she was familiar with; otherwise, she would have noticed the young girl behind the door who was silently watching everything unfold.
"Okay, fine, I won't. But please, don't kill her, please don't kill my mate. She's the only one I have left, and please don't." The man begged.
He seemed willing to do anything to have a love of his life freed. He was fighting against the man holding him back and didn't care about the gun with silver bullets on his head. He didn't mind dying in her place.
Belle was everything he lived for, and without her, he would go mad, he would lose everything, and there was no way he would be able to raise the little girl alone. He couldn't do it without her.
