The moment my lips parted to thank him with my last breath-ruination, betrayal and utter agony burning in my heart, his hand slipped to the back of my neck, drawing me closer.
The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry and unforgiving-my last kiss.
And before the world faded, the last thing I felt was the sharp puncture of fangs sinking deep into my neck.
The ancient wolf marked me his.
And with my last consciousness I took an oath- 'Zyan, Victoria, Pray that I die. for if I lived, I would pay back this humiliation hundredfolds!'
When I opened my eyes, a sharp scent of medicine and antiseptic filled the air.
"You are finally awake." A man sat beside my bed, his posture untouched by exhaustion.
"If there had been even a minute of delay last night, the baby would have suffocated."
I sucked in a cold breath as panic tore through me.
My shaking hands flew to my stomach, pressing down trying to feel my child.
"Don’t worry." he said immediately seeing my swollen eyes. "You gave me the moonflower's cure, I saved both you and your baby."
Instant releif washed over me but the very next second, the man beside me reached forward to check my temperature.