—- “Tcan,” I said, turning back to my packing. “I refuse to mate with an Alpha who has already marked someone else.” “T told you, it’s temporary!” he yelled, grabbing my arm. “I’ll remove the mark in a month!” “And then what?” I shook him off. “You think I’ll ever trust you again?” Pain flashed in Damien’s eyes. “She’s dying, Isla. I can’t just stand by and watch her die.” “Why?” I demanded. “Because you owe her? Owe her for what?” Damien fell silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Tf you won’t tell me, then we have nothing to talk about.” I walked toward the door. “Wait!” Damien scrambled after me, his powerful frame dropping to one knee before me. “I promise you, in one month, I will give you the grandest ceremony this continent has ever seen. Every pack in North America will be there to witness it.” I looked down at him, kneeling. —- It wasn’t pity I felt, but a bitter sense of absurdity and injustice.
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Were our five years together, our fated bond, really going to end over a lie? Was I really going to give up this easily? In that moment of hesitation, the elevator doors opened. Seraphina stepped out. Seeing Damien on his knees, a fleeting, triumphant smirk touched her lips. She walked right up to me and deliberately handed mea file folder. “Isla,” she said, her voice soft. “I know you’rea healer, too. This is my medical report. Could you take a look? Damien’s Alpha energy is so powerful.
I’ve been recovering so well since the marking, but… there’s been an unexpected side effect. I’m a little scared.” I took the report, my eyes scanning the data. As a top-tier healer, I spotted the discrepancy —- immediately. Six weeks pregnant. But Damien had only completed the marking less than three weeks ago. The dates didn’t add up. I looked up, my gaze cold, and handed the report to Damien. “Congratulations,” I said, my voice dripping with ice.
“It seems this ‘side effect’ began long before the ‘ temporary mark’.” Then, without a second glance at his shocked and questioning face, I walked back into my room. I looked at the calendar, at the bright red circle around our Mating Ceremony date. It was now my departure date. The countdown: thirteen days. I opened my laptop and clicked reply. “T accept your invitation. ”
