VIOLET’S POV
I walked alone through the quiet streets of Wolves-Heaven’s endless palace grounds, my legs shaking like they might give out any second.
The anger.
The guilt.
The regret.
They churned inside me like a storm I couldn’t outrun. Merrin had stormed off earlier, leaving me standing there like a fool… breathless, speechless, regretting every word I had thrown at him.
Telling him I loved another man…
That all I truly wanted was Silvan.
Silvan.
My Silvan.
He had been there when no one else was. He’d shielded me, cared for my family while I was away, loved me without expectation, without hesitation.
Men like Silvan didn’t exist anymore.
They were rare. Precious. Irreplaceable.
And yet… here I was.
Bound by a “mate bond” that felt more like a performance than fate.
Merrin
