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Thalia’s body trembled as she struggled to stand up, her weakened state making it a difficult task.

She gritted her teeth and pushed herself up each time she fell, determined to reach Sandro’s cage. It felt like an eternity, but she finally arrived and clutched the bars tightly for support, trying to stand upright.

“Allesandro…” she slurred, slipping her hands through the cage and waving him over. Black dots clouded her vision, and she struggled to clear her eyes.

She quivered, licking her bottom lip before letting out a wince as her tongue grazed her injury.

As Thalia waited for Sandro to approach, she leaned against the bars for support.

Sandro dragged himself away from the wall towards where Thalia was leaning on the bar; he put his hands over Thalia’s and creased his brows while accessing her.

Looking at her bruised face, Sandro marvelled at how she was still standing. He had thought Omegas were weak, but Thalia proved that Omegas could be powerful.

Thalia’s once beautiful skin was marred with several gashes that would leave scars, and her upper lip was busted. She was hunched over, and he suspected that her ribs were broken. Her once bright, dark brown eyes were now hollow and dim, struggling to stay open. One eye was even black, bearing the mark of a fist punch.

“Thalia,” Sandro murmured, gripping her hands tightly. She winced, but he didn’t let go. “I’ll save you. I promise to save you and everyone else. We’ll escape, okay? Just hold on a bit longer. Don’t close your eyes, please.” Sandro begged, taking one of his hands away from hers and resting it on her cheek to support her lolling head.

“Okay, I believe you,” Thalia replied, her lips curved up in a small smile.

Sandro returned the smile, which quickly faded, replaced with a scowl as Thalia’s eyelashes fluttered shut.

“Thalia, don’t close your eyes,” he lightly tapped her cheek, gripped her chin and shook her head vigorously to keep her awake.

“I… won’t,” Thalia forced out a small smile, but she could not stop the gradual shutting of her eyes and everything else within her.

Thalia shuddered and coughed, blood splattering out of her mouth onto Sandro’s shirt.

Sandro stilled, his pupils dilated, and his eyes widened as they stared at the crimson liquid staining his ruined shirt.

“Thalia!” he screamed, trying to grab her before she hit the floor, but the bars prevented him from doing so.

Thalia’s hands left the cage bar, and her body fell to the ground limply. She writhed on the ground and continued to cough out blood while Sandro watched in sheer horror.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She coughed for a moment longer until she stilled.

“T-Thalia is dead?!” he stuttered, shaking his head repeatedly, unable to believe she was gone.

Fuck! Thalia had died before him, and he couldn’t do anything to save her.

Ezra’s skin-crawling laughter diverted Sandro’s attention from Thalia’s body, and he raised his head to stare at her murderer.

Sandro snarled, his hands gripping the bars angrily, “What did you do to her?! Call your witches, anyone, to reverse the curses on her!”

“Fucking call them, or I make life unbearable for you!” He knew he wasn’t making any sense, but he couldn’t help it. Thalia was dead, and he blamed himself for his incompetence.

He had watched her take her last breath and undergo so much pain. Fuck! He was useless. Totally useless, and he couldn’t help the feeling of worthlessness that surged through him.

Ezra’s smirk remained unwavering as he advanced towards Sandro’s cell. “Oh? I was being very generous. You should be damn happy that I didn’t do what I had in mind for her.”

Stopping in front of the cell, Ezra maintained a safe distance in case Sandro decided to attack him. He crossed his arms, his gaze lowering to Thalia’s body, staring at her for lingering moments before lifting them to Sandro’s raging face.

“Stop the pretence. You don’t love her; you’re only using her,” Ezra pointed out. “I’ve known you for a long time, and I know when you love and try to act it out.”

Ezra chuckled lightly when he didn’t receive a response. “I know you’ll never admit it, but deep down, you know it’s true. Isn’t it?”

Sandro knew he didn’t love Thalia, but that wasn’t the issue at the moment. “Let me out of this cage, and I’ll tell you what’s true or not,” he said, a menacing glint in his eyes.

Ezra mockingly used air quotes around Sandro’s title. “Aren’t you the ultimate alpha? Since you’re so strong, why don’t you prove yourself by breaking out of this cage?” He teased and burst into laughter when all Sandro did was stare at him, unable to break free.

Amid his laughter, Ezra turned to leave but halted midway. “The execution is at noon, Alessandro. Luckily for me, one is already dead, which means less work. Just know that I won’t spare any member of your pack, especially the alpha.”

With that, Ezra exited the room and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness again.

Immediately, Sandro let out a guttural howl that resounded in loud, rumbling volumes, as a ravaging thunderstrike in a rainy night’s sky. The roar was so loud that everybody in Ezra’s den heard and felt it.

Sandro tried to tear apart the metal bars with all his might, but he couldn’t. Nevertheless, he summoned all his strength and persevered, continuing to try and break free, but to no avail. Eventually, he grew exhausted and blacked out.