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His Unwanted Mate, Her Forbidden Magic

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1173    |    Released on: 04/09/2025

rhythmic beeping echoed in the quiet room. The infirmary. The Veridia pack infirmary. My body was a foreign country, a landscape of agony I c

a cold, hard stone in the pit of

watery blue eyes held a deep well of pity that made my skin crawl. He moved with a quiet efficiency, ch

" I whispered, my voic

de, his expression grim. "Clara... the impact was severe. Multip

my hands clenchin

. "When it shattered, it released a burst of chaotic magical energy. Shards of the crystal

ld. "My connect

that link you to your wolf spirit. She's still there, but the link is... frayed. Muted. It might be a

o have that connection severed, to be trapped in my own body... it was a fate worse than death. The tears

my mouth. I needed to know. A part of me, a deeply wounded, foolish par

e couldn't meet my eyes. "He's been

ut a scratch, was in shock. And I, broken and possibly crippled because of his actions, had been left alone in t

ove me. He

*

wasn't wearing the tailored suit from the gala, but a simple black shirt and jeans that did nothing to diminish the aura of power

ken in the bed, and his li

he stated. It wa

rt a block of ice in my

, you managed to make a spectacle of yourself and traumatize her. You embarras

s. He was accusing *me*. He was angry at *me* for being the victim of his own bruta

, the words trembling with a rag

his... this bond between us. It has become a weakness. A chain. Your neediness, you

e room, suffocating me. He looked down at me not as his m

everance," he declared, the words fo

severance. It was a brutal, archaic ritual, used only in the most extreme cases of betray

he movement sending daggers of pain

k, Alpha of the Veridia pack, reject you

ery soul was being torn in two. A scream was ripped from my throat, raw and animalistic. The silver thread of our bond, which had connected us for five years, snapped.

e beeping of the monitor beside me becam

*

ns rushed in, his face a mask of panic. He glanced at th

disbelief as he began frantically running diagnostics

just watched me die, hi

looked from the glowing screen to Mark's unforgiving glare, then back to my broken

mbling, barely a whisper. "The rejection... th

reath, his eyes l

dess, she's carr

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