SERAPHINA’S POV
For a moment, everything went still. The night. My pulse. My breath.
There was a ringing in my ears, high and shrill. It drowned out all else—except two words, repeating themselves over and over again in the span of a breath. The bond.
The bond. The bond. The bond.
“Fuck this.” 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
I turned on my heels, but I only took one step before Kieran reached for me, his hand catching my wrist—not rough, but firm enough to stop me.
The contact sent a violent spark of electricity up my arm, supercharging every cell in my body. Just like at the park. And the island. And the yacht. And the car wreck. And—
Fuck!
“You feel it,” he declared, every word soaked in desperation. “Sera, tell me you feel it.”
The anger came roaring back—fierce, burning. Stronger than any stupid fucking feeling.
“Is that what this is?” I whispered, rage shaking my entire being. “Your regret is your wolf tugging at you? You think I might be your mate, so suddenly I’m worth the trouble?”
He shook his head, stepping closer, but I backed away even as his hand stayed wrapped around my wrist. Gods, the sensation was dizzying.
“And what happens when you find out I’m not?” I demanded. “When some other woman’s touch stirs your precious bond, do I get discarded again?”
My vision blurred slightly, and I hated the quiver in my voice when I added, “That’s your MO, isn’t it?”
“Sera—”
“Save it.” I turned from him, fury thrumming in every nerve. “If that’s your reason for regret, it’s weak and pathetic. Whatever epiphany you’re having, I want no part of it. And I don’t want your atonement. I. Don’t. Want. You.”
There was that stupid pain flashing across his face again. “I know you may not believe me,” he said through clenched teeth. “But, Sera—whatever this is, it’s real. And I’m not walking away from it.”
For a moment, the sincerity in his gaze almost broke through my defenses. I nearly gave in.
But then memory crashed over me—vivid, biting. I remembered everything with sickening clarity: the humiliation of that morning after the Blood Moon Hunt, the icy silence of our marriage, the ruthless finality of our divorce. The pain swept aside the flicker of weakness, solidifying my resolve.
I yanked my hand free. An instant chill washed over me. “You already walked away, Kieran,” I said, my voice as cold as I felt. “You just didn’t expect me to walk too.”
His jaw tightened. “Sera—”
“Do you know what I wish for you, Kieran?”
His brows drew together as he waited.
I stepped closer. Close enough that I could hear the thunderous roar of his heart. Or maybe that was mine.
“I wish for you to get back together with Celeste.”
He froze, a deer in headlights.
“I wish for you two to get married, have many, many pups.” I stepped closer still, craned my neck so he could see the pure loathing in my eyes—at least I hoped that was the emotion I felt burning through me with icy intensity.
“I wish for you to spend the rest of your life trapped in a loveless marriage. I wish for your nights to be cold, empty. For you to long for a love you will never have. My throat tightened, but I forced out the rest of the sentence. The very love you threw away.”
I didn’t wait to see the effect of my words. I spun around and stalked up the stairs. Each step felt like I was fighting my way through a blizzard, equal parts numb and raw.
By the time I stopped in front of my door, my legs could barely hold me up.
“Don’t come to me again with half-truths and pretty regrets,” I said quietly. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
“Even if by some impossible twist of fate, we were bound by the Moon Goddess herself, that wouldn’t change anything. Some wounds aren’t meant to heal.”
I heard him exhale, long and broken, as I opened and closed the door behind me.
It shut with a heavy finality that echoed through the foyer like thunder rolling away.
I leaned back against it, my pulse still racing, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed them against the cool wood.
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