Chapter 8
Cayla POV:
I didn't go to the apology. I went to the cemetery.
I bought the plot next to Justen.
Then I drove to the Blackwood Bridge.
Below, the river churned, black and hungry.
I took out my phone.
I'm going to be with the man I actually love. Goodbye, Alpha.
I hit send and threw the phone onto the pavement.
I climbed the railing.
I reached deep inside and found the bond. That thick, golden rope connecting me to Grafton.
"Grafton Mcleod," I spoke to the wind.
Grafton POV:
The ballroom was suffocating.
My phone buzzed.
I'm going to be with the man I actually love. Goodbye, Alpha.
Justen? But he was dead.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in my soul. Ancient. Final.
"I, Cayla Bass, reject you, Grafton Mcleod, as my Alpha and my Mate."
The world shattered.
A pain like a serrated blade ripped through my chest.
"ARGH!"
I dropped to my knees, coughing blood onto the marble floor.
The bond snapped.
"No..." I gasped.
"Find her!" I roared. "Find her now!"
Cayla POV:
The snap was agony.
But then... silence.
"I'm free," I whispered.
I leaned forward.
Gravity took me.
The water hit like concrete.
As I sank, I saw a giant White Wolf glowing in the depths.
Sleep, child. Sleep and forget.
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