Page 868 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

Every time I caught a whiff, a whirlwind of memories threatened to consume me — memories of our times spent together on different planets, under various moons, and the many stolen moments in between.

Getting out of bed, I decided to take a walk, clear my head a bit.

I tried to push the overwhelming mix of emotions to the back of my mind.

My feet began to lead me to the mess hall.

Food was the last thing I was hungry for, but the distraction seemed appealing.

However, as I strolled, my steps felt heavier, drawing me elsewhere.

I found myself standing outside the Prize Pool.

I’d passed it many times before, always with a purpose.

But today, it felt different.

Today, the building seemed to beckon me, and I couldn’t resist its pull.

The Prize Pool, with its gilded trims and extravagant architecture, stood in stark contrast to the rest of the prison’s stark design.

It was meant to be a spectacle, a show of wealth and power.

But for me, today, it represented hope.

I scanned the building’s facade, its many windows shimmering in the daylight.

Somewhere in there was Violet.

I could feel her presence like a magnetic pull.

I imagined her moving around, perhaps plotting her next move, or maybe taking a moment for herself.

My eyes trailed up to the topmost window — a window from which, I had heard, one could get a view of the entire prison compound.

A place where someone like Violet might stand and strategize.

For a brief moment, I imagined her silhouette against the pane, her fiery spirit glowing even in this cold place.

I envisioned her looking down, spotting me, and sharing one of those secret smiles we used to exchange in hidden corners of crowded places.

But when I focused, she wasn’t there.

A pang of disappointment hit me.

It was foolish to have expected a reunion so soon, especially after the intense conversation we’d had.

Yet, a part of me had hoped — hoped that she felt the same magnetic pull, that she too would be drawn to this spot.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that all good things took time.

Our relationship, our bond, had always been a testament to patience and persistence.

This was just another hurdle we had to overcome.

As I stood there, the wind gently picked up, carrying with it the distant aroma of starberries and night jasmine.

The scent wrapped around me like a soft embrace, grounding me, reminding me that no matter where we were, Violet and I were always connected.

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