Page 233 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
I would have fucking died for her.
And she knew that.
She knew.
And still… she left.
Was any of it real?
The way she trembled when I touched her. The way her wolfcried for mine. The way she held me was like she was falling apart and accepting me to protect her.
I believed her.
I trusted her.
“You lied,” I whisper, broken. “You swore an oath on our love.”
She looked me in the eye and lied.
The bond is pretty much gone now. What’s left in its place is a blackened pit of agony. A howling void. My wolf is silent, numbed by the loss of his mate. He’s not heaving and roaring in rage anymore. He’s mourning, my proud alpha wolf, brought to the ground.
He’s silent, but his pain screams in the hollow cage of my chest, where my heart used to be. It howls in the space where her presence had just been.
I begged her.
I went down on the fucking ground, and I still begged.
Me – the man who never once bent a knee to anyone. I begged her with everything I had left. I dropped every ounce of pride. I threw myself at her mercy, thinking… hoping… that maybe, just maybe, our love would mean more than whatever was troubling her, that she’d trust in it more than anything else.
But I was wrong.
I was so fucking wrong.
It hurts to breathe.
Her voice haunts me again and again.‘Reject you…’
I feel it over and over again, echoing through my mind like a death toll. Each word slicing deeper, each syllable branding itselfinto my soul.
I feel hollow. Ruined.
She didn’t just walk away from me.
She chose to.
She planned to.
And that kills me more than anything else ever could.
I snarl, but it comes out as a hoarse whisper. She’s even taken this from me. What I’m left with is this kind of grief that shatters even the strongest. The kind that turns men into heartless monsters.
This is why they say loving a woman is dangerous, because you end up a slave to her whims… You give her the key to everything, risking destruction…
You promised. You promised me forever. And now you’re gone.
Beyond the veil. Beyond my reach.
And I am left on my knees; in the dust of a love I would have defied the gods to protect.
