Novel & Cerita Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds

It wasn’t intentional. We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and I felt something inside me break and rebuild at the same time. There was still so much left unsaid. So many wounds unhealed. But at least, for now, we were alive. Together. Or close. Because together meant something else and we weren’t that.

In that moment, she understood, perhaps for the first time, the true extent of the wounds they had both suffered. In the silence that followed, their shared sorrow lingered, wrapping around them like an invisible thread. The weight of the past was heavy, but there was a quiet understanding between them now, a mutual recognition of the pain they had endured. Each tear that fell seemed to carry a lifetime of unspoken words, of moments they had missed and dreams that had slipped through their fingers.

For a moment, the weight in my chest loosened. But the bond still burned. And the space where Krav should’ve been felt like an open wound.

“Well… not all of us can be lucky in love, right?” Her attempt at humor fell flat, hanging heavy in the air. I forced a small smile, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. “Yeah. Not all of us.” We sat there like that for a while,her with her hand over her belly, me with a heart full of ghosts. And, I realized we were both running from the same thing: love that had turned into a wound neither of us knew how to heal.

He smiles—a sad, empty smile. I run my hand over the mark on my neck, which has begun to sting faintly. It probably hasn’t fully healed yet after everything that’s happened. I haven’t even had time to tend to my mark or my mate. They’re connected—when hers burns and hurts, so does mine, showing just how strong our bond is.

He felt it, we both felt it. My mate's bond has been severed…

Aiden touched him. This time, the bond didn’t recoil—but it didn’t settle either. It vibrated uneasily, like a wound that hadn’t decided whether it was healing or reopening. “I feel it too,” Aiden said. “The damage. It’s like… we’re out of sync.” Dante let out a humorless laugh. “Welcome to my life.” Aiden didn’t smile. “This isn’t a joke,” he said. “They’re pushing you harder than me.” Dante shook his head.

My wounds were healing. At the speed of light. They were healing the moment I gained consciousness too. However, the speed was too much as I feel the tingles over the areas on my hand and thigh. "What the fuck..." I break away from the kiss, still having him pumping into me recklessly as I look down at my wounds. I see only the scars which are left behind. "I felt it too," he suddenly voices. "We're connected already?" "Yes," And he proceeds to kiss me again. I accept it with wide arms. Because why not?

The wounds still open. But we were here. And maybe… that was enough for now.

We had become one. It felt like we had both won something we never thought we could have. We had found each other again after so much loss. We had crossed pain and fire and doubt and somehow, we were here. The shadows of the past had gone silent. The memories that once cut like knives felt dull now, like old scars that no longer bled. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, as if I had been holding it in for years. I sat up slowly, pulled the blanket around me, looked around too, my body still feeling somehow strange, like it was learning a new shape.