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I didn't want to get hurt right now I really just wanted to run away from it all. "I need to take a shower." I said letting my body shake as I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and turn on the shower water and letting tears escape my eyes. I reached in the drawer and grabbed my razor blade wanted my pain to desperately go away. I sat on the floor and and tightly grasped the blade trying desperately not to do it. "Don't do it Kat don't self harm again. You don't need a relapse!" I kept saying to myself over and over again. But Jack just puts me through so much!

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

The books clattered to the ground loudly and before he had the chance to react I'd knicked his key from his hoodie pocket. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" I hiss. Blade smirked. "Ah Tink, I believe you were the one who should watch where you're going," he says in a sexy voice. I scoffed and fell to a stoop and shuffled the books back into a pile and stood once again to face Blade. His glinting green eyes pierced into mine and the amused expression on his face made me want to slap him. "Don't flatter yourself Blade," I scold, "you're so densely stupid I couldn't tell you separately from the wall."

Chapter 23: A Taste of Euphoria Somehow, the talk I had with Alpha Lawrence a few days ago, helped us communicate a little better. He no longer avoids me that much, and I could speak to him directly now without feeling aneasy. I took a series of deep breaths to center myself just like what Alpha Lawrence instructed me to do. He was circling around me, holding a silver knife and ready to attack me any moment now.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park. I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me. Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this? Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream. A fairytale, I presume. Who knew he had other plans? He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else. I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

Simultaneously, a sense of longing emanated from its core. Adrian was taken aback for a moment. It appeared that the Divine Frost Slayer Blade was expressing its longing for the broken piece on his fingertip. Acting on intuition, Adrian placed the fragment on the damaged site. To his astonishment, a remarkable scene unfolded as the fragment seamlessly returned to the crack on the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. The two pieces merged until the blade was restored to its original state. Adrian was surprised by this unexpected turn of events as the Divine Frost Slayer Blade had never been broken before, and he hadn't anticipated it possessing this function.

That broken thing who used to shake when I entered a room? I forced a laugh out of my throat. “You're finally here, my pet. I enjoy having all the fun with you and making you my sex toy. Does Thorne know how you moan for me?” I snapped, wanting the words to cut her the way they used to. I saw her break for a second. I saw it land. But that didn’t stop her. She stabbed the blade into me and I thought I was just going to laugh through it the way I always laughed through pain, but I couldn’t. The pain was different from anything I had felt all night. This one went in and stayed wrong, burning in a way that told me immediately that something was very wrong.

“But it’s the weight that’ll break you.” We circled each other on a floor made of stars and ash. “You think cruelty makes you unbreakable,” I spat back. “But it just makes you empty.” She struck again, and I barely dodged it. The edge of her blade nicked my arm, and the sting was real. Too real. Blood beaded on my skin—so whatever this illusion was, it still had the power to wound. “You let love slow you down,” she said. “You let Kael hold you back.”

The impact never came. Instead, the blade cracked. It did not bend, it did not graze, it did not even leave a mark that I could see from where I stood; it simply broke apart as though it had struck something far harder than steel, scattering uselessly like a failed intention that had lost its right to exist, and the disbelief that followed was so complete that it swallowed the entire arena whole before the noise returned all at once in a violent, overwhelming surge.

Tomorrow I would stand before him again. My mate. His images flickered behind my eyelids, the softness of his eyes, the unsteady way he breathed when he looked at me, the tug in my soul that had nearly brought me to my knees. “Tomorrow,” I whispered. “I’ll be clean. Standing. Not like this.” Blade answered with steady certainty: He will not see us broken. I let out a breathy, broken laugh. “Yeah. We can’t show up looking like two wolves who lost a fight with a semi.”