<b>Chapter </b>108
Skye’s
1… I don’t know.” I admitted, the words barely edible. I haven’t felt an
The
(started tuddenly! Dr. Kingsley asked.
1 nodded, thinking back to the moment in the bar. “Tast a few minutes ago.
And you were where, exactly?<b>” </b>
In the hotel bar, talking with my bentber.”
Dr. Kingsley’s expression grew contemtive. “Who else was present?”
1 thought <b>back </b>to the crowded bar, trying to remember the faces I’d seen. “Many people. But… I hesitated, reluctant to voice the name. “Leon was there. He came to our table, then left with sonte woman.”
Understanding dawned in the doctors eyes. “Alpha Leun? Your former mate?”
I nodded reluctantly.
“And you say he left with a woman? In what context?
Heat rushed to my face as I recalled <b>the </b>scene. She approached him at our table. They seemed… intimate. He put his arm around her and they walked away together,”
Im not entirely certain whether <b>your </b>pain is due to Alpha Leon or possibly a Second Chance Mate,” Dr. Kingsley said, his brow furrowed in contemtion. “The symptoms align with mate bond distress, but without further evidence….
He turned to face me directly. “My rmendation is that you confirm this directly with Alpha Leon. If the mate bond between you hasn’t truly been severed, your wolves will sense it immediately when you’re in close proximity.
The doctor shifted his attention to my brother. Beta Ethan, where is Alpha Leon currently? Would it be possible for you to ask him toe here and help
us confirm this situation?
Before Ethan could answer, an exaggerated feminine moan echoed through the wall–loud, theatrical, and unmistakable in its implication. The sound <b>was </b>followed immediately by a wave of pain so severe that I gasped, doubling over on the bed.
Ethan’s face flushed deep red. “I’ll, uh… I go get <b>Alpha </b>Leon in a hit,” he stammered, avoiding eye contact with both of us. “I think he’s… not avable <b>at </b>
the mument…..”
1
The meaning behind my brother’s awkward avoidance became instantly clear. Leon was with that woman from the bar. They were having sex. Right now. In
the room adjacent <b>to </b><b>ours </b>
Another moan prated the wall, this one even more dramatic than thest, followed by the rhythmic <b>creaking </b>of furniture. Each sound corresponded with a fresh stab of pain in my chest, as though someone were physically tearing something from inside me.
“I see,” Dr. Kingsley said quietly, his professional demeanor intact despite the obvious situation.
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I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to block out the sounds from the neighboring room. Humiliation burned through me, made wone pain
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that had happened between the public rejection, the years of separation–hose could <b>run </b>still affect me this way?
The sounds from the neighboring room had finally stopped, but the pain in my chest continued to throb with <b>dull </b>persistence. Dr. Kingsley offered me a <b>ss </b><b>of </b>water, which I epted with trembling hands. My thoughts were a chaotic tangle of confusion, embarrassment, and growing dread
“Is there any way <b>to </b>confirm this without involving Leon directly? Lasked, desperate for an alternative.
Dr. Kingsley shook his head. Im id not. Mate bonds air enmples and highly individualized, Wilmat diner can only specte.”
Ethan paced the room, bis expression temibled. ADILA
mind <b>link </b>
“What are you doing?” I asked, alsmed.
Contacting Leen” Ithan replied, his fons elsewhere. He needs in know what a happening “
“No!” I protested, but it was toote than’s eyes had already taken on the distant look of active telepathic cication.
The next thirty minutes crawled by with excmciating slowaru. I sat rigid on the edge of the bed, alternating between hoping Leon would refuse toe and dreading the confrontation that seemed increasingly inevitable, Dr. Kingsley busied himself with reviewing notes on his tablet, necasionally ncing at me with clinical interest.
When the knock finally came, it was <b>sharp </b>and decisive threemandin
made
ade my wulf stir restlessly beneath my
Ethan opened the door, revealing Leon in the hallway. He had changed clothes since the bar, hir hair still slightly damp as
The realization of why he’d needed to shower sent another spike of pain through my chest.
Leon’s cold blue eyes swept the room, settling on me with unnerving intensity: Before Dr. Kingsley could even begin to exin the situation, Leon spoke, his voice carrying the same detached authority I remembered from years ago.
“I believe our mate band still exists,” he stated tly, as if discussing the weather. “Or perhaps it <b>was </b>broken when I rejected you, and you are now Second Chance mate. I believe <b>I’ve </b>just verified that fact.”
The clinical coldness of his deration knocked the breath from my lungs. “What?” I gasped, struggling to process his words. “You had sex with that woman just to verity whether our mate bond exists? You’re still the same heartless hastard <b>you </b>were four years ago!”
Pain mixed with indignation as I realized the full extent of his cruelty. He could have approached me directly, could have initiated a conversation like a masonable perion. Instead, he’d chosen the most brutal method possible to make his point,
Leon’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “And when you were intimate with Adrian, was that not equally
hurtful to me?”
“That’s not the same!” I protested, heat rushing to my face. “I didn’t know! I had no <b>ides </b>our hand might still exist.”
“How could you not know? Lean countered, his voiceced with skepticism. “Your wolf should have sensed it the moment we reunited yesterday. Mine certainly did
I thought back to the strange sensations I’d experienced–the inexplicable heat in my chest, the restlessness of my wolf when Leon <b>had </b>walked away<b>. </b>Everything suddenly made terrible sense. But I’d genuinely never connected those feelings to our mite bond. After four years of believing it severed, how <b>could </b>I have possibly recognized the signs?
“So this <b>was </b>deliberate revenge?” I asked, my voice shaking with barely controlled emotion. “You were purposely trying to hurt me?
Leon scoffed, <b>his </b>expression hardening. “Revenge? Against you? Do you really think I need to bother with such pettiness?”
The dismissive arrogance in <b>his </b>tone cut deeper than any insult could <b>have</b>. In his eyes<b>, </b>I wasn’t even worth the effort of revenge–just a <b>nuisance </b>to be <b>dealt </b>with, <b>a </b>problem to be solved through clinical experimentation.
As we red at each other, the <b>tension </b>thick enough to choke on, my phones shrill ring broke the standoff. Adrian’s name shed across the trembling fingers, I epted the call.
screen. With
<b>“</b><b>Skye</b>?” Adrians warm voice filled my car, instantly triggering a wave of guilt. Toutside the hotel bar, ready to pick you up. Are you still with <b>your </b>
brother?”
I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the enormity of what I needed to tell him. “I’m in Ethan’s hotel room,” I managed to say, my <b>voice </b>steadier than I expected. “There’s something… something we need to <b>discuss</b>, I <b>think </b>it would be better to talk in person.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the fine to everything okka??
tjan asked, concern avident in his tone,
“No,” I admitted, watching from’s cold eyes back my every movement. But Did rather exin
“Till be right there.” Adrian replied without hesitation. What’s them number?”
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so her brother is going to allow his sister to stay in pain so his alpha can getid. seriously, she needs to stop talking to her brother all together. he’s trash, just like Leo….
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