Chapter 2: Shattered Heart
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Lena’s POV:
Pain. That was all Lena felt.
It clung to her skin like a second layer, wrapped around her ribs, constricting with every breath. She sat in the darkness of her bedroom, knees drawn to her chest, hands gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Her wolf whimpered, curled deep within her mind, wounded beyond words.
He rejected us!!!.
The thought was unbearable. The bond was supposed to be sacred. Killian was supposed to be hers, just as she was his. And yet, he had cast her aside as if she meant nothing.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but the memory replayed with relentless cruelty.
“I, Alpha Killian Blackwood of the Shadowfang Pack, reject you, Lena Calloway, as my mate.”
Her breath hitched. Every part of her ached, from her soul to her trembling hands. But she would not break. Not for him. Not for anyone.
A soft knock on the door made her flinch. “Lena?”
Her father’s voice.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Come in.”
The Ex-Beta of the Shadowfang Pack, Gregor Calloway, entered the room, his expression grim.
He wasn’t just her father—he was Killian father's second-in-command.
And now, the man is caught between two broken souls.
“You should leave,” he said softly.
Lena stiffened. “What?”
“Leave the pack,” Gregor said again. “You are strong, but this will destroy you.”
“You need distance. Time to heal.”
Lena’s fingers curled into the sheets. “And if I don’t want to?”
Gregor’s jaw clenched. “Then you’ll have to watch him choose another.”
Her heart nearly stopped. She thought rejection was the worst of it. But this—this was worse.
The thought of seeing Killian with another woman, of watching him smile at someone else, holding someone else—
No.
She refused to be weak.
A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it away with fierce determination.
If Killian Blackwood did not want her, she would not beg. She would not stay and let herself waste away in silent agony.
She would leave.
She would rebuild.
And one day, she would make him regret ever letting her go.
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