Kyrian’s povI couldn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, the pain in my chest burned hotter, suffocating me. The bond pulsed like a wound that refused to close. My body felt wrong, too warm, too weak, too aware of someone who did not want me. I let my tears fall freely, over and over again until I couldn’t cry anymore. I knew he felt my sadness and hurt through the mate bond, but he had built up a wall around himself to shut out my emotions he would not, let it reach him.“My chest hurts.“It hurts so bad.” I whispered, curling into myself on the narrow bed. My arms wrapped around me, the old mattress as flat as a blanket from continuous use over the years this bed had held me, the springs pressed into my back through the flat worn out fabric. I could feel every dent. I looked at my best friend Dylan sleeping across the room, unaware of my torment. I wasn’t ready to tell him anything yet. I didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes, the sympathy that always made me feel smaller.
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