Rejected by my cursed mate
Like shutters slamming closed over a window.
“No.” He stepped back, ripping his hand away from mine. “I, Alpha Lucius of the Blood Pact, reject you as my mate.”
“What?” My voice came out broken, barely a whisper. “No. You can’t… why?”
But he didn’t answer. He just stared at me with those cold, empty eyes, and in a heartbeat, the bond between us cracked.
Pain ripped through my whole body, like claws tearing me apart from the inside out. My wolf howled in anguish, and the beautiful, perfect connection that had bloomed between us was suddenly torn away, leaving nothing but raw, bleeding wounds.
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