When the light came back to the surface so did the limited air in my lungs. I started swimming up, ignoring the heavy silk of the dress that pulled me down.
As I breached the surfaces saw my mate on the bank of the river sitting there with bits of earth in his hands as his tears fell. I didn't know if I should be shocked that Carter was crying or that I just came back to life from a magical fucking River.
I glanced behind me, nothing but forest. No meadow.
"Carter," I said making them all look at me. I stood up, this wasn't a river. It was a creek, it didn't even go over my head, just to about to my waist. What witchcraft is this?!
Carter looked up with wide eyes. Hope-filled eyes. He ran over to me, jumped into the water and pulled me into his arms. As his arms wrapped around me I felt the bond, the sparks, the love. All of it.
I felt my mate.
"Malcolm is dead and Spencer is alive," someone said from Behind Carter.
I died. Malcolm died.
But I got to live again. I got a second chance with my mate, and I wasn't going to give this up.
"I love you," I told Carter as I reached up and touched his face.
"I love you more" He whispered as he leaned down and kissed me, pulling me out of the water and up into his arms.
Impossible.
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The Alpha Feud
Kurt AdamNormal. That's how Spencer Taylor liked to describe herself. She's one of the most popular and pretty girls at her school. The head cheerleader on the arm of the star football player. But she's the daughter of Alpha John Taylor. The alpha of the la...
