Chapter 7: The Bond That Shouldn’t Exist
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The next time it hit, it wasn’t subtle.
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Lyra barely made it back to her cabin before the pressure in her chest slammed into her.
Hard.
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The door shut behind her.
She didn’t make it two steps.
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Pain twisted through her chest, sharp enough to steal her breath.
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She grabbed the edge of the table.
Knocked something over.
Didn’t care.
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“What is wrong with me…”
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The pull came again.
Stronger.
Deeper.
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Not empty anymore.
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Something was there.
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Lyra dropped to her knees.
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Her hand pressed hard against her chest.
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It felt like something was trying to connect.
Force its way in.
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And her body was rejecting it.
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“No…”
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Across the pack—
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Kael staggered.
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His hand slammed against the wall beside him.
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The pain hit just as hard.
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Uncontrolled.
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His breathing turned uneven.
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This wasn’t normal.
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This wasn’t supposed to happen.
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The bond was rejected.
It should be gone.
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But it wasn’t.
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It was getting stronger.
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Back inside the cabin—
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Lyra forced herself to stand.
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Her legs felt weak.
Unstable.
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She took one step.
Then another.
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The pain followed.
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Not constant.
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Pulsing.
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Like something was trying again.
And again.
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She reached the door.
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Hesitated.
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Then pulled it open.
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Cold air hit her face.
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It didn’t help.
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Nothing did.
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Lyra stepped outside.
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The night was quiet.
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Too quiet.
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Then—
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“Going somewhere?”
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She stopped.
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Ronan.
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Standing a few feet away.
Watching her.
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His gaze dropped briefly to her chest.
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Then back to her face.
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“You felt it,” he said.
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Not a question.
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Lyra didn’t answer.
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Ronan stepped closer.
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“That’s not normal,” he continued.
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“I figured that out already.”
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A pause.
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His expression hardened slightly.
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“This involves the Alpha.”
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Lyra laughed once.
Dry.
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“Everything here does.”
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“That wasn’t a joke.”
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“I know.”
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The pull hit again.
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Both of them felt it.
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Lyra grabbed her chest again.
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Ronan noticed.
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His eyes narrowed.
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“Tell me exactly what you’re feeling.”
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Lyra shook her head.
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“No.”
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“That wasn’t a request.”
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“Still no.”
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Silence.
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Tension.
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Then—
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“Lyra.”
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Kael’s voice.
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Close.
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Too close.
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They both turned.
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He was already there.
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Watching.
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His gaze moved from Ronan to Lyra.
Then to her hand pressed against her chest.
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He knew.
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Of course he did.
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“You feel it too,” Kael said.
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Lyra didn’t respond.
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That was enough.
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Kael stepped closer.
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The air shifted instantly.
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Ronan moved back.
Not much.
Just enough.
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“Explain,” Kael said.
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Lyra met his eyes.
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“No.”
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That wasn’t expected.
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The pull surged again.
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This time—
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Stronger than before.
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It hit both of them at once.
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Lyra staggered.
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Kael’s hand shot out.
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Caught her wrist.
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The moment he touched her—
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Everything snapped into place.
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The pull became sharp.
Clear.
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Real.
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Both of them froze.
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That was it.
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That was the bond.
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Not broken.
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Not gone.
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Just—
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Wrong.
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Lyra yanked her hand back instantly.
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The connection broke.
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The pain followed.
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Gone again.
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Silence.
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Heavy.
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“What was that?” Ronan asked.
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Neither of them answered.
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Kael’s gaze stayed on Lyra.
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Sharp now.
Focused.
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“That shouldn’t exist,” he said.
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Lyra let out a slow breath.
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“I told you. I don’t feel anything.”
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“That wasn’t nothing.”
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“No,” she said.
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“It wasn’t.”
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Another pause.
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This time different.
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Not confusion.
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Understanding.
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Something was wrong.
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And it wasn’t just her.
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Kael stepped back.
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His expression changed.
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Colder.
More controlled.
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“This doesn’t leave this place,” he said.
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Ronan nodded immediately.
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Lyra said nothing.
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Kael’s gaze returned to her.
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“If anyone finds out—”
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“They won’t,” she cut in.
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Silence.
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He studied her for a second longer.
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Then turned.
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Left.
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Ronan followed.
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Lyra stayed where she was.
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Her hand still tingled where he touched her.
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She looked down at it.
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Something had changed.
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Not the pain.
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Not the pull.
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The truth.
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This wasn’t random.
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This wasn’t broken.
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This was something else.
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Something that wasn’t supposed to exist.
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And now—
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They both knew it.
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