Author's note: This is from Duke's point of view
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"Serina. Serina!", I called desperately. "Wake up! This is not real. You need to wake up and leave this place and see that this is not real."
Her body flickered but she was still there. In my arms. Unmoving. Bleeding.
"No… I didn't mean to hurt her…", my wolf cried but I didn't care about him.
Serina said they are mates, and he didn't deny it. Shouldn't he look at her like she is his Goddess and indulge her every need and want? She asked him to sit and talk, but he selfishly ignored her and kept pushing his agenda.
He hurt Serina not just by hitting her, but by going against me. Shouldn't he feel her pain?
Why am I the only one aching to the point of madness at the thought that she is dying in my arms?
No. She can't be dead.
