CHAPTER 38 Incredible
ZIONs POV...
With my arms shackled to the ceiling as I'm forced to kneel on the cold hard surface, my head lulls to the side.
The exquisite aroma of my bonetta [fated one] envelopes me. The heady scent of honey with a tinge of spice implies that she is here, cured, and stronger than ever.
I can feel the pull toward her, and it forces me to attempt to stand. To fight, and find her. Slowly prying my good eye open, I push up on my feet, only to collapse when my knees give out from under me, and agony engulfs me wholly.
It makes me feel weak.?
Pathetic...
A sorry excuse for an Alpha King, and a failure to my female, my queen, and soulmate.