ARES’S POV
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It was the eighth day that my mate was laid there, unconscious. I prayed for her to come back to life every night and day. I was suffering from not being able to talk to my mate.
I had not left an ounce of hope but was waiting for the day my mate would wake up. I was not to give up on my mate.
I put my eyes back on the paper but I was getting agitated now. I shut the file, using my both hands. I kept the things away and sighed.
My self-motivation was not working anymore and I was starting to feel numb because my marked mate was in such a state. It was eating me alive.
I ruffled my hair and even pulled them at a point. I shook my head. I had to hold out, I had to. The Moon Goddess was testing how much I can hold out for my mate.
She wanted to challenge a King, why
