My Unofficial Rejection
he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, determination coursing through me. "Yes, it's time. You need to move on, to start anew… I already have, I have my children and my mate."
With a solemn nod, Zach stepped forward, his fingers gently tracing the intricate pattern of his mark on my skin. It was a symbol of our connection, forged in the heat of battle and the depths of despair. But it was a connection that no longer served its purpose.