Jane

I was in the training room, pushing myself harder than ever before. Today was the day my ex-mate, who had rejected me, would introduce and mark his new mate. The thought made my stomach twist into knots.

Why should I die when he lives? No. I refused to let him take my life—not after everything I had endured. Not after the bullying, the insults, and everything else he put me through.

My hands shook as I wrapped them tighter. Each breath felt like fire in my lungs, but I couldn’t stop. I ...