Elena’s POV:
My bed had finally been returned, but the house felt emptier than ever. We lived like strangers, avoiding each other as if our shared blood meant nothing. I stayed locked in my room for days, surviving on nothing but water and the occasional snack I had stashed away. My parents never checked on me, not even once.
They didn’t bother feeding me either.
Days passed in a blur of hunger and silence. I searched for Rachael whenever I could, but there was no sign of her. I waited for Adrian, left a note in the other building… nothing. He never came.
Maybe Rachael was right. Maybe everyone was right. I had been sleeping with another woman’s husband—my mate, no less. The shame clung to me, suffocating. I couldn’t believe I had fought Rachael over this, pushed her away when sh
