Chapter 363 Book 4 The Cursed Alpha's Fate

“Chantelle?” My mate’s voice pulled me out of a fitful sleep. When I opened my eyes, he was standing over me. “What is it?” He asked. “Valens,” I gasped, sitting up in bed. My heart trembled and the now familiar bitter taste on my tongue worsened. I reached out to him, craving a sense of security but my hand paused midway. He sat on my bed and pulled me into his thighs while I second-guessed myself.