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"Garth. Mama." The slight calm Usher had just managed to create collapsed in an instant. The peaceful thoughts that had briefly entered his mind seemed to be overwhelmed by a wave of despair. Grief and regret surged, unleashing every hidden desperation within him. It all flowed through his veins, flooding his heart with unexpected emptiness. In despair, he felt trapped in an uncontrollable whirlwind of emotions. Usher was in disarray. The blow had truly shaken him, causing him to babble in desperation. He rebelled and tried to stand up, but his body felt heavy and powerless. He screamed, and suddenly the Alpha mark tattoo on his neck began to radiate an intense heat.

He completely, horrifyingly felt the catastrophic electricity actively boiling his blood. His heavily bruised spine aggressively arched entirely off the cold steel chair with a sickening, violent force. The two freshly snapped, fragile ribs in his entirely hollow chest violently ground together with a catastrophic, wet crunch. The violently exposed, shattered bone in his entirely mangled right hand aggressively spasmed, violently tearing the fragile skin entirely wider. He was actively, completely burning alive from the absolute inside out. Thick, heavy droplets of toxic sweat and hot, dark tears of pure, absolute despair continuously streamed entirely down his heavily bruised, dirt-caked ch

His presence was a comforting one, a beacon of hope in the midst of her despair. The stranger’s question, simple yet sincere, struck a chord within Florence. It was a question she hadn’t heard in a long time, a question that acknowledged her as a person, that recognized her pain and suffering. The weight of her emotions, bottled up for so long, finally gave way. She broke down, her sobs echoing through the rain-soaked streets. Her tears flowed freely, a release of the pent-up anguish that had been consuming her. She shook her head, unable to find the words to express the depth of her despair.

Josh woke up and he looked down the window and then went I quickly got up and went back on my motorbike and drove it on high speed. All I wanted to do was to escape from the reality for now. I couldn’t think of anything else and now that my eyes were really wet due to tears, couldn’t see anything clearly. Tears were rolling down my cheek bones, I wasn’t even paying attention at speed meter now. Suddenly everything went blur in front of my sight and lost in thought, my motorbike went down with creaking down. I flung down to another side of road. My head was spinning like a top. Thankfully! I wasn’t bleeding.

His breath brushed against my sensitive skin and sent a shiver through my body. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and stern. "Did you touch yourself today?" I began to panic, wondering if my actions in the morning had made it worse. In that case, what should I do now? Embarrassed, I nodded and said, "I did. Does that mean it's getting worse?" He nodded gravely, then carefully tied a thin hemp cord around my tiny bud. "This is part of the desensitization therapy. You must fully cooperate, regardless of what happens."

And certainty was what made extremism dangerous. The network trembled violently again. Different emotional states clashing across the consciousness layers. Some nodes still consumed by rage. Others overwhelmed by empathy. Others trapped painfully between both. The shared consciousness had become a battlefield of emotional truth. And then I felt it. A darker shift beneath the anger. Not rage. Despair. Deep. Bottomless. The kind of despair that comes after realizing pain never fully disappears. The threads dimmed suddenly from crimson to deep black-red. Nathan stiffened instantly.

She tilted her head up, tears, snot, and blood smeared across her face, her eyes filled with complete, lucid despair. “I didn’t hurt you, right? How could I possibly hurt you? It was a misdiagnosis, right?” “Enough.” My voice cut through the air—not loud, but cold enough to extinguish her frenzy like a splash of ice water. She looked up at me, her face streaked with blood and tears, grotesque and pitiful at the same time. Slowly and firmly, I pulled my leg out of her icy grasp, as if shaking off something filthy and sticky.

POV: AIRYS The images invaded my mind with violence. The tunnel. Jasper. The maze. Me on my knees, begging him not to do it. The sound of my own scream. His gaze right before everything collapsed. My entire body started to shake. Tears stuck in my throat, voiceless sobs. The despair was suffocating. I curled over my knees, shoulders trembling with every breath.

Zela! My heart hammered like a furious drum against my ribs as I stared into the fiery abyss, the gruesome image of those burning forms searing itself into my mind. The world tilted violently on its axis, threatening to plunge me into an endless darkness. A cold sweat beaded on my forehead, despite the radiating heat. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, trying to ground myself against the rising tide of despair. The visual evidence contradicted everything my wolf had told me, everything my soul screamed. Was I going mad? Was this the madness that came with the death of a mate, even if I hadn't felt the severing?

I couldn't deny it any longer—something was deeply wrong, and the answers remained elusive. Returning to my apartment, I felt the weight of my despair pressing down upon me. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating me with their silence. I sank onto the couch, burying my face in my hands as tears streamed down my cheeks. It was a cry of frustration, of grief, of helplessness. The once vibrant world around me had turned into a desolate landscape, devoid of color and meaning. The dreams and aspirations that had once fueled my spirit now lay shattered, scattered fragments of a shattered illusion. I felt lost, adrift in an ocean of uncertainty, with no compass to guide me.