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I felt it clearly—my destined mate had marked another she-wolf. I collapsed to the floor, powerless, gasping for air. Then, a mind-link pierced into my mind without warning. It was Chloe. "I've officially been accepted into the Blackrock pack. When Damian left his mark on my neck, he was gentle. Too bad you never got to feel that." Her words were the last straw, snapping the taut cord of my sanity. I pressed my hands to my smooth neck, feeling as though I could no longer breathe. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Chloe's loyalist entered, sneering, holding a steaming bowl of herbal tonic.

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

Recognition. That control had a shape. That pressure left marks. That authority without consent was not stability, but erosion. I returned to the cottage with Erya asleep against my shoulder, her weight grounding me. The watchers stepped aside as I passed, their eyes unreadable. Inside, I laid her down gently and sat beside her for a long moment, watching her breathe. The pack was breaking along invisible lines, but not irreparably. Not yet. Fractures could become fault lines, or they could become seams where something stronger formed.

The mountain cracked beneath their feet. And still the voice continued. "THE PRISON ENDS." BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The First Door fractured. A massive crack split its center. Then another. Then another. Golden light erupted through every opening. The structure was failing. Breaking. Dying. Then the impossible happened. Thomas stepped forward. Alone. The other heroes remained behind him. Not retreating. Not abandoning him. Trusting him. Elena could somehow feel it even from this distance. The trust.

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I couldn’t win either way because Liam wasn’t mine to be with or rely on, and that he had made very clear. I was very thankful when class was over, in as much pain as I was in when I was far from Liam. I managed to get myself to the library out of town. I still felt like I was being followed but who cared, the only thing following me that I cared about was this excruciating pain. If I couldn’t find a spell to break the bond at least I had to find one to slow the development process, while I found another way to break it. I perused the library until I stumbled upon an ancient book of spells. No matter how unlucky I had been, I knew this book had exactly what I needed. I went to the checkout c

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