Page 68 of Bound to Four Alphas

Selena.

Her scent spiked in fear, and she cried out, the remaining chain rattling as she tried to break free. Phaendar had staggered to his feet, a sneer painted over his lips as he advanced, a knife in his hands.

“No!” Elian roared, leaping towards his father, reaching him just in time to plunge a dagger into his back.

Malek turned, his eyes once more blank, Damien once more in control.

Ronan snarled and tackled him, stopping him from bounding over.

It all happened so quickly.

From his tunic, Damien pulled out a knife. And embedded it into Kaelen’s chest.

His whole world ground to a halt as Selena screamed out his name.

He looked down.

Blood was welling up where the golden hilt stuck out.

The pain hit him, waves of agony.

His mate’s cries filled his ears.

Elian roared in anger, his green eyes wild.

Damien smiled down at him, thin and victorious.

Unguarded.

With one last burst of strength, Kaelen surged upwards and grabbed the crown, wrenching it from Damien’s head, ignoring the prince’s screams of agony as his skin ripped away.

And then he threw it.

It sailed through the air, and time slowed.

Until Selena reached up and grasped it.

Kaelen breathed out.

Selena looked at it, turning it over in her hand.

She swallowed.

And then she crowned herself.

Silver light exploded from her, filling the room, banishing the darkness of the shadows and night.

Waves of beautiful, healing magic, practically thrumming with life, dancing through the air.

And Selena. His beautiful mate. Daughter of a God. Her eyes glowing with silver fire. She turned to Damien.

The remaining shackle faded away to nothing, and she stood, walking with ethereal grace towards him, her beautiful face glowing like a star.

Damien looked up at her, his face pleading, “Goddess,” he whispered, “spare me.”

She cocked her head, sympathy flooding her features. Kneeling before him, where he cowered on the ground, she took his face in her hands.

“No,” she said.

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