Anastasia’s POV His questions brought back the devastation I felt the moment High Priestess shattered my hopes of severing the link. Guilt consumed me and I was unable to hide it from my eyes. I just couldn’t form the words. Aron didn't need an answer. By the look on his face, I could tell that the silence confirmed his worst fears. He staggered back as if he had taken a blow. His face contorted in disbelief and betrayal. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No, no, no. This can't be happening." "Aron, it’s not..." I reached for him, but he flinched away as if I'd struck him. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his voice raw with pain. "Just… don't." He spun around and bolted for the door, slamming it shut behind him. It felt like my heart was breaking into peace’s. I knew this wouldn’t only affect me. I had dreaded this moment. I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. Dominiko stepped towards me with concern in his eyes. "Anastasia..." "Don't," I snapped, turn
Anastasia’s POV I quickly pulled him in, hoping no one else could see him. He was covered in blood from head to toe, dressed in nothing but our covens traditional robe. His orange eyes displayed pure hostility, but immediately softened when they met mine. Closing the door behind us, I had him sit on one of the stools. There was no way in hell he was sitting on my couch. Aron was glaring at him, but Dominiko payed him no mind. “What happened? Are you hurt?” I asked, looking him over. The skin on his leg was ripped and poorly mending itself back together. I knelt down in front of him and immediately got to work. “What are you doing?” He tried to move his leg away but I steadied it. “Healing you.” I stated. I quietly chanted an ancient healing spell as I accessed my magic. Glowing green threads began to cut through his flesh, he hissed at the pain but remained still. Shortly after they began to stitch him back together. “And where are your cloths.” I asked as I looked u
Anastasia’s POV Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I made this permanent… If I had fought against my urges, then this could have still been reversible. “There has to be a way, something I could do.” “There may be ways to mitigate the bond but you will never be able to severe it fully. You are bound to him, Anastasia and he to you.” My legs felt weak, and I sank onto a nearby stool, the weight of her words crushing down on me. “But…what about other mates? What if your wrong and I have another mate?” She reached out and took my hands in hers, her touch firm and reassuring. “Yes witches can have what is called passing mates, but we all only have one true mate, Anastasia. The Fates only grant us one soul to intertwine with. You just happened to find him before any of your passing mates got to you. There will be no other for you.” Her words were like a dagger twisting in my heart. My future, the future I had always envisioned for myself, shattered into a millio
Dom’s POV He bared his teeth, and immediately got to work. He knocked a few back and tossed others. He was taunting them. In the distance, I could see the witches stepping through the barrier. ‘Keep them busy, their coming.’ I announced. He continued to swat and throw them away, waiting for the witches to join the fight. One of the wolves snagged his leg and he howled in pain. Adrenaline quickly muted the pain and he lifted the wolf and ripped him to shreds. ‘Are they coming or what?’ Amos growled. I looked towards the barrier and couldn’t believe my eyes. They were just standing there, watching. Amos continued to fight. His ability to hold back from killing them all slipping. ‘I knew it! They aren’t coming!’ Amos roared and let his rage take the lead. He tore through the wolves like they were made of cheese and whimpered in pain as another wolf ripped through his thigh. He moved with speed and precision as he made his way around further blows. Primal rage erupted like
Anastasia’s POV Once everything was explained and talked over, she addressed him again. “Dominiko,” she said, her gaze holding his. “I need to speak with Anastasia alone for a few moments. Perhaps you could discuss patrol routes with Rowan and the warriors gathered outside.” Dominiko nodded. There was a flicker of something unreadable to me in his eyes as he glanced at me. He offered a curt bow to the High Priestess and then, turned and left. I didn’t realize how much I was leaning into his aura until it left with him, leaving me feeling half complete. As the heavy oak door swung shut behind them, I turned to face the High Priestess. Her eyes studying me. “Anastasia,” she began, her voice was soft and nurturing. “Is there something you want to tell me?” I frowned, confused. “I don’t understand.” I swallowed as I stood under her gaze. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch my cheek. She projected her light onto me, sending calming waves through me
Anastasia’s POV “Merry meet, Anastasia.” High priestess Sage greeted, both of us gripping each others forearm. “Merry meet high priestess.” “Merry meet, Dominiko.” She turned to Dominiko and did the same. I suppressed a smile. It was obvious this was all new for him. He wasn’t used to having to greet anyone. It was usually the other way around. “Dominiko,” the High Priestess began. “As you know, we’ve talked a little last night about taking steps towards peace.” Dominiko dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Have you figured out what those steps might be for you?” He asked. His entire demeanor shifted. He was every bit a king next to me. “I think a trial run is needed here. If you could prove to us that peace is exactly what you’re after, then I will reach out to the high council.” I looked between the two of them. It was clear to me that Dominiko was not happy with her word choice and I was pretty sure that high priestess was aware of it as well. “And what