Chapter 6: The Broken Conversation
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Elena had spent the entire night making her decision. After the humiliating mating ceremony, she no longer had the strength to endure the pack’s mocking stares. Yet one thing pushed her forward—she needed an answer from Damien.
At dawn, she walked to the Alpha’s mansion. Mist hung heavy in the air, leaves whispering in the wind. Her heart pounded, her hand clutching her cloak as if holding on to a fragile thread of courage.
Damien was in the vast training hall. When Elena entered, he didn’t look surprised. His silver eyes cut through her like a blade, cold and distant.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low and rough.
Elena inhaled deeply, forcing her voice to remain steady.
“I just want to know why. Why did you reject me in front of everyone?”
He turned his back, tightening the leather straps around his fists, as if restraining himself. Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. At last, his words fell sharp and merciless:
“Because I don’t need a weak mate.”
The blow struck Elena straight in the heart. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Weak?” her voice trembled. “Just because I don’t have your strength, because I’m not an Alpha—does that make me unworthy?”
Damien turned, silver eyes shadowed and unyielding.
“Yes. You would only be a burden.”
A bitter smile curved Elena’s lips.
“So that’s all. Fate chose me, but you denied me because you never believed in me. You never even tried to understand me.”
“Leave, Elena.” His voice was like ice. “Don’t ever come back.”
Elena looked at him one last time. In those silver eyes, she found no warmth—only a wall of ice. Tears welled up, but she swallowed them back. She turned and walked away, each step dragging her broken heart along.
Outside, pale sunlight seeped through the clouds. Elena lifted her chin and whispered:
“One day… I will no longer be the weak girl anyone can trample on.”
Back inside the dim hall, Damien sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands. He knew he had severed the bond of fate with his own cruel words. But the scars of the past still bound him, chaining him to his fear of loss.
Two souls, two wounds, now set on different paths. Yet destiny was far from finished with them.
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