The Eighth Time
My mate’s childhood sweetheart was throwing a tantrum again, so Henry wanted to break our mate bond once more.
Though I felt despair, I still looked calmly at him as I said, “This is the eighth time you’ve broken our bond.”
His eyes were full of guilt and helplessness as he gently cupped my face, pleading softly.
“Nicole, you know I have no choice. Alice threatened to take her own life with a silver dagger again. I grew up with her. She’s like a sister to me. I can’t just leave her alone.
“My love, don’t worry. I swear, once I’ve cheered her up, we’ll immediately re-establish our mate bond.”
I stayed silent.
He’d made this promise to me countless times, so much that we had formed a mate bond and broken it eight times.
To the werewolf pack, a mate bond was sacred. But in his eyes, it was nothing.
“Please, my love.”
As he took out the potion to sever our bond, I quietly clenched my fists.
“Okay.”
After all, there won’t be a next time.