Sloane’s POV
The sound that rips from my throat doesn't feel human. It isn’t. Inside me, Zia claws at the walls of my chest, thrashing in a frantic, desperate attempt to escape the agony. It’s a rawness I’ve never known, an excruciating tearing deep in the center of my chest, right where our bond used to pull.
Seeing them like that- flesh against flesh, sharing something that was supposed to be holy- makes the air freeze in my lungs. It feels like someone reached into my chest with bare hands and ripped my heart clean in two. Every nerve in my body is screaming.
Zia whines, a broken, agonizing sound that echoes in my mind, her spirit collapsing under a weight we were never meant to carry. A shattered, ragged sob that vibrates through every bone in my body.
The mate bond doesn't just hu
