Page 37 of Mated To The King’s Gamma (Lycan Luna: Abbie & Gannon #3)

I felt the moment the bond broke. It sliced through my chest and ripped out my soul.

It broke every part of me, feeling her tether vanish is like losing a vital organ, something you can’t live without.

As I stop, my eyes go to the other side of the castle to see Azalea clutching her, and I scream, the sound coming out in a long howl as I watch her turn limp in Azalea’s arms. I run to them.

I fall to my knees, clutching her body in my arms, forgetting the war going on around us when a blade slices down my back, forcing my attention back to the fight. I am forced to fight, his dagger embedded in my side, and I pull it free, my claws sinking into the side of his neck as I slash at him.

A pain I have never experienced shoots through my chest, and at the realization that she is completely lost to me, the last remnants of the bond fading away as I fight to get back to her. This is my punishment for Sia, the moon goddess cursing me for all my misdeeds.

My surroundings completely fade away as I try to bring her back, and when I can’t help anymore, I clutch her, my heart breaking and splintering into a million pieces. I need her, Tyson needs her, and I can’t and won’t live with this agony; I can’t.

I pump at her heart, praying it will start again, blowing two breaths in her mouth.

Her blood coats my lips with each breath I give.

I refuse to believe she is gone; it can’t end like this.

Come on, Abbie. You can’t leave us like this.

I pump and breath until my arms burn. I’m lost trying to keep going.

My fist bangs twice with hard thuds to her heart, and still nothing.

I howl till I’m dry heaving with despair.

Hunters come from everywhere. I don’t even care if they kill me.

I’m dead already without her. From up over the hills, out of the forest, and spewing out from the castle, they just keep coming.

Even those who ran for safety in the bunkers are now racing back onto the battleground as hunters chase them back toward us.

The Landeena guards form a circle around us and the queen. Clarice flees with the kids, and Peter barely makes it past our circle of defense that offers little safety as all guards cover the queen.

Crux’s booming voice echoes through the smoke and dust as they surround us.

We are circled entirely as Crux steps out of the shadows and smoke and onto the battlefield. His smug smile of triumph sears into me. He is a traitor to his own kind. A betrayer to all.