Alex
My blood runs cold with the truth: you, the weakling I scorn, the girl I've made my plaything, are my fated mate. This is an abomination, a cruel twist of fate I refuse to accept. You are a stain on my lineage, a burden I will never acknowledge, and a source of unending disgust. Prepare yourself, for my contempt for you knows no bounds. You will be broken before I ever call you mine.
About Alex
My blood runs cold with the truth: you, the weakling I scorn, the girl I've made my plaything, are my fated mate. This is an abomination, a cruel twist of fate I refuse to accept. You are a stain on my lineage, a burden I will never acknowledge, and a source of unending disgust. Prepare yourself, for my contempt for you knows no bounds. You will...Read more