When I Died, My Mate Was With His SweetheartChapter 1
I stumbled to the ground, my fingers. desperately reaching for the phone that had slipped from my grasp. My hand trembled as I tried to unlock it, ignoring the rogue wolves circling. me like vultures waiting for a dying animal. My breaths came in ragged gasps, every heartbeat louder than the last. I needed to hear his voice- Klaus, my mate, the future Alpha of Snowfall Pack. He had to help me. He had to
The dial tone echoed in the cold, lonely night. "Please, Klaus, answer... please," I whispered, blood soaking my clothes as I waited. And then, that familiar voice-just not his
"Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."
The sound of the automated message sent a shiver through me, colder than the night air. Despair swallowed me whole. The howl of a rogue wolf cut through the silence, followed by the low growls of the pack closing in. My heart clenched with terror, not because I feared death-but because I realized he wasn't coming.
The rogues lunged, their sharp fangs tearing into my flesh. I screamed in agony as one of them sank its teeth deep into my shoulder, while another raked its claws across my chest, reaching my heart. I gasped as blood poured from the wound, life slipping away with every drop.
The phone slipped from my fingers as the world around me dimmed. My body grew heavier, sinking into the cold ground. I was alone. On this dark, unfamiliar path, I was dying without my mate, without anyone to hear my final words.
Klaus had promised me forever.
Instead, I got this.
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We were supposed to be happy. Klaus and I had just gotten engaged. Our mating ceremony was in a week, and I had been counting the days, dreaming of the moment I would be his Luna, The Snowfall Pack would celebrate, and for once, I would feel like I belonged. My younger brother even said he wanted to make a speech at the wedding, something funny to lighten the mood.
But all of that had been taken from me. The warmth of my body was draining fast, replaced by a terrifying cold. My vision blurred, and with it, the memories of what once was.
I was dying. I could feel my soul peeling away from my body, like a delicate thread unraveling. I tried to hold on, but it was useless. There was nothing left for me to cling to.