Two tailed wolf

Author's POV

Everyone in the room fell silent, losing hope and even their breath, including Xevia.

She, who had always disliked Xander and had even wished for her mate's death so that she could be free, did not expect that when she actually saw his death, she would feel something in her heart.

Something called sadness and loss.

Shouldn't those feelings not exist? Then why do they pop up and intervene?

"I-is Xander dead?" Xevia's trembling voice filled the silence in the room.

Her weak legs forced her forward to reach the man who was now lying on the sofa in the house's living room.

"Xander...."

Xevia seemed to feel an invisible urge telling her to move forward and touch the man.

It was a natural urge that just came when she saw Xander's face turn pale and cold.

"No, no," Xevia shook her head and began to cry.

Uncontrollable crying that she didn't even know why she was crying for Xander. The man she hated. The mate she didn't expect. The mate she desperately wanted to leave behind.

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