I scraped the sand off my skin, trembling as I fought to free my legs from the shallow grave where I had been buried alive.
Even now, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Alpha Damien had really done this. After everything—after all the cruel things I had once forgiven, after all the times I made excuses for him, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Modred had been right all along. But I was too blind and foolish. I had clung to the hope that the mate bond string I saw on his wrist the night I returned to Raven Blood Pack meant something—that it would make him treat me differently. That he'd choose me.
But I saw it. That night, he tried to hide it. Because he was already mated to Lyra—my own sister. Worse, he had marked her.
