Page 47 of Stormbinder King
I couldn’t breathe.
It was a goddamn lie.
But I couldn’t deny the uncanny accuracy of the images.
But if I was Symeon’s fated mate,what was I to Jack?
Suddenly I heard a loud roar at the entrance.
“Who dares to be in here?”
I clutched the chunk of rock so tight in my hands that I felt the soft skin on my palms start to bleed.
The Alpha King burst in the entryway, stone and rubble crumbling around him.
He looked angrier than I’d ever seen him.
“Andromeda,” he spat with loathing.
Before I could speak, his hands were around my throat, his thumbs pressed down on my windpipe as I gasped for breath.
But I felt my anger growing, too.
“You’re going to choke out your own fucking fated mate?” I cried.
His face whitened and he dropped his hands suddenly.
“I know,” I hissed, throwing the chunk of rubble at him as I stumbled away.
He glanced down and his face looked like death as he stared down at the unmistakable image of me.
Then his fingers tightened on the rock and it crumbled under his fingers.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, and I let out a little scream.
It doesn’t matterwas confirmation.
It doesn’t mattermeant it was true.
“Why did no one tell me?”
“Because it doesn’t matter what the prophecy says. You might be my mate but I’ll never take you. I’ll never claim you.”
My heart was pounding through my chest at his rejection.
“Who asked you to?” I yelled. “I’m not yours, I’m Jack’s.”
He gripped my arm, making me yelp.
“You’re fucking welcome to the prince, slut.”
I tried to rip away, but he still held me tightly.
“I smell burning flesh,” came a cool, cocky voice by the front door and Jack came strolling into the ruined chapel.
But although he had his hands in his pockets and his stance was casual, I felt deep inside me that the prince was very angry.
“It’s not true I’m his fated mate, is it?” I asked Jack, darting toward him.
