Semua Bab A Bond Not Meant To Be : Bab 81 - Bab 90

“It’s just a question,” Andrea said sharply. “If you’ve marked someone, the family should know. That’s the tradition.”Dominic nodded slowly. His old eyes fixed on Mitch. “You know the rules, grandson. When a man marks a mate, he must declare her to the family.”Mitch’s jaw tightened. He knew the tradition well. He nodded once. “Yes. I found a mate and I marked her.”Edward’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His fingers trembled against his lap. His wolf stirred madly inside him. Was it Lucille?“Who is she?” Dominic pressed.Mitch drew in a deep breath. His chest rose and fell slowly. He hadn’t planned for this moment. If he had remembered that her scent would cling to him, he would never have walked into this gathering.“It’s the tradition,” Dominic repeated firmly. “Say her name.”But Mitch stayed silent.Williams narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you answer, Mitch? Who is she? Where is she?”Mitch lifted his head. His gaze locked on his uncle. Calm. Cold. Like stone. “My personal

That same day, Edward left Landmark City in a rush. He couldn’t stay a moment longer. Not when he had seen with his own eyes that Lucille now lived and worked there, and worse, that Mitch had marked her.Hours later, he stormed into his father’s mansion, slamming the heavy door so hard the walls shook.The domestic staff rushed forward with greetings, but he brushed past them like they were invisible. His chest rose and fell fast, anger and pain clouding his face. He marched straight to his father’s study and pushed the door open without knocking.Williams, seated with a glass of wine in hand, looked up slowly. His brows furrowed. “What is it this time? You look like a madman.”Edward’s throat tightened. His lips trembled before words broke out. “Father… Mitch’s mate… it’s Lucille.”Williams stilled, the glass of wine almost slipping from his hand. His eyes narrowed. “Who’s Lucille?”Edward’s voice cracked with rage. “Lucille Clinton! My ex-mate!”The glass landed heavily on the tab

Lucille sat quietly on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Something didn’t feel right.She could feel Mitch’s emotions even from where she was. His heartbeat rumbled inside her chest, his storming thoughts pressed into her mind, his rage roared in her head like a wild fire.Restless, she stood up and began to pace the room. He had told her earlier that he was summoned to the tribunal. She knew it could only be about them. About him, an elite, daring to take her, an Omega, as his mate.She closed her eyes and sent him a soft mindlink. “Why are you so tense, Mitch? Talk to me.”Mitch saw her message at once. A small smile touched his lips, and his tight grip on the steering wheel slowly eased. He pressed gently on the brakes, the car slowing down. And just like magic, his racing heart grew calm.Then his voice brushed her mind, calm but faintly shaky. “I’m fine, love. Don’t worry about me.”Lucille frowned. She knew it was a lie. She could feel it in her chest, the turmoil he tried to hid

Lucille blinked, her ears straining to catch every word.There was another scroll older than the one the Tribunal used? That was shocking.“They accused him falsely when he refused to release it,” Wilcox continued, his voice heavy with memory. “Then they banished him.”“He doesn’t live among us?” Lucille asked, curiosity tugging at her.Wilcox shook his head slowly. “My father said, his father said, his grandfather said, the man lives in the cursed wood.”Lucille frowned. If Wilcox’s grandfather told his father, and his father told him, then this incident happened decades ago, maybe even centuries. That man must be dead.“He must be dead,” she said in despondency.“He’s alive,” Wilcox said firmly, his tone unshaken.Lucille’s brows knit tighter. “How is that possible?”“The goddess has the answer,” he replied simply.She fell silent, her thoughts tangled. After a while, she asked, “Have you ever seen him?”He shook his head. “No. The road to his dwelling is dangerous. But I send food

After close of work, just as Mitch had suggested, Lucille stayed back to finish the hours she had lost earlier.Everyone else had gone home. The building was quiet. At first, she was furious. She should have been home resting by now, not stuck in the office. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew her anger was misplaced.If she hadn’t gone to Mitch’s office, if he hadn’t kept her for hours, none of this would be waiting.Her eyes landed on the tall pile of proposals stacked neatly on her desk, each one demanding her review and approval. A deep sigh escaped her lips.Why today of all days?Her gaze flicked to the wall clock. It was already past seven, yet she was nowhere near finished.Then, all of a sudden, his scent hit her. Her wolf stirred restlessly. He was close, approaching her office.The door creaked open, and without looking up she snapped."Stay away from me!"Instead of being offended, Mitch chuckled warmly and strolled inside. "I’m sorry, mate." He leaned d