Chapter 37

Venkat could feel Ro dying.

And it was killing him too. It felt like ripping off the shell of a turtle, tearing apart his life form. From his trembling hands to his dilated pupils, Venkat was scared.

Then he remembered something. Something his dying mate had alerted him about, told him about even warned that he was going to regret but his own strong-headedness made him ignore her and landed them here, in the alpha king's pack, her lying half dead in his arms and him finally accepting his guilt and regret. For there is no greater man than a man who is willing to accept his faults and learn from them.

Padfoot.

They had seen the giant black dog on their way and she had warned him but he didn't listen to her.

Venkat looked down at the woman in his arms. Her deep brown eyes were watery, tears clumping at the sides as she stared hopelessly at him. Her slightly opened mouth was stained with blood as she tried to breathe and the large gash on her stomach bled profusely, the metallic scen