Drystan’s POV
It's over, I thought as I collapsed onto the bed. Nothing could change what had happened. I picked up the phone and called Balthazar.
Drystan, he said softly, I…
Don’t bother. The bond is set. Makarius is her fated mate. Victoria chose him as those words left my mouth, a sharp pang of disbelief and hurt twisted in my chest, as if the very air around me grew heavier, suffocating. I remembered her laughter echoing in the corridors of my mind, her smile that once felt like sunlight kissing my soul. Yet as she accepted her bond with Makarius, it seemed her eyes held a whisper of hesitation, a silent question left unanswered, like a shadow passing across her heart. But now, the reality of her decision pressed down on me, each heartbeat an endless reminder of my solitude.
Dryst
