A Morbid Gift

Elara's POV

My lungs seized. I hacked into my linen napkin, fighting to keep my lemon tonic from spraying across our immaculate dining table. My eyes watered as I dragged in a jagged breath, struggling to clear my suddenly restricted airway.

"Alpha Vane, you are joking... right?" I wheezed. I pressed the napkin to my mouth and stared at him in sheer disbelief.

"I am not," Zarek replied. His to