Cecilia
All eyes turned toward the doorway where I stood—soaking wet, deathly pale, with scrapes across my forehead and cheeks. Despite my battered appearance, I could feel their stares of recognition and shock.
I leaned heavily against the door frame, my strength nearly spent. The gash on my leg throbbed with every heartbeat, but the fire of vengeance burning inside me was stronger than any physical pain.
Alpha Sebastian's eyes widened, sparkling like stars in the night sky.
He rose from his chair in one fluid motion and strode toward me.
"Cecilia, you're alive," he breathed, his voice thick with relief.
My lips curved into a weak smile. "Turns out I'm harder to kill than they thought."
“Thank the God my head hadn't hit those rocks instead of my leg.”
