All Doomed

Aakifahlynn went through the motions for a good fifteen minutes, and once it was all said and done, her mind, heart, body, and soul were freed from the shackles of the mate bond that kept her standing still for far too long and threatened to do the same this time.

She would not have it. She refused to feel this way for a man who treated her like her mate did. He killed her, and he did it in a sneaky way.

The after-effects left Aakifahlynn drowsy, her eyelids heavy. She struggled to keep them open, her blue iris disappearing as they rolled back occasionally, then focused again as she battled.

But it was a fight that she was losing even though she felt empty and light as a feather. Suddenly she slumped back on the seat, unable to stay up and wanting to give in to whatever it was.

This sudden tiredness overwhelmed her. This process had taken every last bit of strength Aakifahlynn had left after the night that she had. And it was a sweet slumber that beckoned her.