Save her

Alpha Luciano's POV

No, she couldn't be dead. I laid her down on the forest floor. She looked serene. If not for the bullet marks and the blood on her lips, I would have thought her asleep.

My wolf howled within me and I felt the twin feelings of rage and pain cloud my vision. There was once a time that I wanted Arabella dead. That I saw her as nothing more than a means of getting back at Vitalio. A time when revenge was all I was. All I needed to be.

When I detested this bond between us that stopped me from harming her. A time when I was lost and somehow somewhere something had begun to shift and I denied it. Fought it with all of me because I didn't want to suffer the way my parents had.

Their love became a weakness. Seeing the other half of her die had killed my mother before those men had even touched her. I'd wanted no one to have that hold on me and I had been successful. Sex was impersonal for me. It was merely satisfying my needs, scratching an itch so to speak.

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