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    SAVE HIM! NARRATOR When Alessandre arrived and saw the scene illuminated by lightning, his soul nearly escaped from his chest.


    He never imagined Renata could be in such danger.


    The intoxicating scent of her blood had drawn himhed slipped away from that ridiculous party to follow her trail, only to discover this brutal fight.


    Without wasting a second, he instinctively kicked Electra.


    Ally or not, she wasnt going to threaten his mate.


    Sigrid didnt have time to dodge; she felt the sharp pain m into her right ribs, screamed in agony, and crashed into the mud- soaked, filthy ground The rain continued washing the blood from their bodies, the wind howled with ferocity, and the only chance at victory had slipped from her grasp.


    Wait, Renata! What the hell are you doing?!" Sigrid lifted her head just in time to see Alessandre stopping in front of Renata, starting to argue.


    "Oh, what? You came to protect your fiancée?! Since I asked for time, you decided to find yourself a recement in the meantime! " Renata pped him hard, her eyes zing with hatred.


    When she found out about this party to find her mate a partner, ---- she nearly lost her mind with rage and jealousy.


    Even more so when she saw him lurking in the shadows, choosing that damn witch.


    Their situation was extremely delicate: the Selenias were powerful, yes, they held the throne, of coursebut at great cost.


    They were far too few, barely three of them left, while the rest of the supernatural beings multiplied endlessly, slow but steady.


    The battles for the throne grew bolder, the conspiracies less secret, and her mate belonged to a family that coveted the crown the most the ds, the vampire elite.


    Their families opposed, their rtionship forbidden, their wills bound, struggling between the love in their hearts and their duty to their lineage and race.


    "shes helping me cover for us! I did it to protect you, so our parents wouldnt keep interfering!" Alessandre grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her hard.


    Renata was stubborn; once she closed off, she was worse than a mule, her intelligence sinking to her feet.


    But she understoodthrough the passing storm and cooling rage, she realized she hadnt even given her mate a chance to exin his.


    improvised n.


    And she realized something much moreplex and profound.


    Her gaze shifted toward Sigrid, who had crawled to the man lying in the mud, dying.