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SEVENTY-TWO | SECOND KILL

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO | SECOND KILL

NATHAN

“Get me a wheelchair. I need to fucking move. Get me out of here!" I yell in panic.

I need to go check on Alena. I need to go check on my fucking mate.

“Dude, calm the fuck down. Let me go check it out. You are not fine enough to move yet." Caleb says, trying to calm me down.

“Caleb, Get me a wheelchair now!" I order him.

He bows in respect, noticing the tone of my voice. “Yes, Alpha."

Two nurses rush into the room some seconds later with a wheelchair. With Caleb's help, I am placed on it comfortably.

“Come here," I order the guard that rushed in to inform us about my mate.

“Push it and take me to them." I point to the wheelchair. Nodding his head, he starts directing me and Caleb to where Alena is.

“Oh, my goddess!" I exclaim once we get into Alena's room.

Everywhere is a fucking mess. Blood is everywhere, even on the fucking bed.

The most shocking thing about it all is the person lying in a poll of their own blood.

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