MAEVE’S POV
The next rejection ritual was held deep in the woods.
Just like the last ti, everyone who had been present at the last ritual was present tonight. There was Francis and the elder, guarding the periter.
Revierrie was busy lighting up candlesticks. He had a calmness about him—which was good to note.
The last ritual had taken such a toll on him, he had gone as far as to starve himself in his quest to find the root cause of the ritual’s failure.
Francis had paid a quick visit to my quarters at the crack of dawn, informing about the ritual tonight, at midnight, urging to prepare.
As I took his ssage in stride, I wondered if Ivan would have delivered the ssage in person, if I hadn’t lashed out at him the way I did yesterday.
Ivan—he had been acting pretty much uncharacteristic since the last rejection ritual.
First, there was the kiss against the wall. I had been buck naked and he’d had his fingers graze my wetness. His filthy words and desperate desire had intensified the fervency of our kiss.
All of it had been reckless and unhinged.
And then, there was the spontaneous outing with Asha. The plane ride. The amusent park. The aircraft jackets. The identical sunshades. The shared smiles.
All of it was the sort of thing that Ivan was unused to doing.
And then lastly, was the ssy confession out on the airport’s tarmac.
It wasn’t exactly what I had been hoping for. I had been blindsided by the vulnerability of the mont. My first instinct had been to protect myself.
And so, I did that the best way I could. I lashed out hard. The more I lashed out, the angrier I got. I was angry about being asked to let myself feel, even though there was a high chance I could get burned.
Again.
Even if I trusted that sowhere within all of Ivan’s words there was a trace of genuineness, what then?
Was I supposed to abandon Devon—the man who had picked up my pieces when Ivan had failed ? How could I do that to the one person who had been my pillar, been Asha’s father?
Devon had sent on this mission because he trusted , for the goddess’ sake. And I was supposed to go back and tell him I’d fallen in love with his enemy? Fucking hell, no way.
That would destroy everything Devon had put on the line. It was simply impossible, and sooner or later, Ivan would have to make peace with that.
Yet, even now, ntal images of his anguished face swam around the space between my eyes. And then, there had been his words.
His apology. His readiness to own up to how wrong he’d been in the past. His offer to fix things between us.
His words played out in my mind more frequently than I was comfortable with. I was also alard at how much of my focus he seed to be taking up.
It was dangerous how closely I had beco entwined with him physically. While I hadn’t been able to resist his advances the few tis they had happened, I knew for a fact now that I had to try.
When Ivan was being just physical, I could handle him in so sort of way. His actions were predictable. Primal. In opposition, a vulnerable Ivan was definitely not predictable.
I hadn’t a clue what to do with an Ivan that was open with his feelings, no matter how ssy they were.
Again, I thought about what he had said about wanting to try and fix the past between us.
What did that an exactly? Did it an that he was planning to leave Serena for ? I found that extrely hard to believe.
Perhaps he had just been reeling from spending a pleasant afternoon with Asha. Or maybe he was up to sothing else entirely. Was this about the throne? Was he doing all of this because he needed an heir to secure his place as Alpha King?
If any of our previous interactions were anything to go by, I knew that he still suspected .
What if his latest show of emotion was just his way of getting to soften and lessen my guards?
"Ready?" Revierrie touched my arm, pulling my thoughts back to the present.
The midnight air was thick and hot with the light of the lit candles. Within the ritual circle, Ivan stood with his arms folded.
His face was a blank slate. Whatever he was thinking, there was no way to guess it.
I forced my mind not to care too much about it. As far as I was concerned, I was done accommodating any more thoughts of him.
Once the ritual ended tonight, there’d be no more forced interactions between us. No more ssy confessions. No more stolen kisses.
I would distance myself from him and find a way to get my hands on the black book. And then, Asha and I could finally go back ho to Devon.
To Devon.
My heart constricted at the ntion of his na. It was crazy how little I had thought of him with everything that had been going on recently.
Nevertheless, it didn’t stop from missing him. From feeling guilty about everything I had done.
We were mated to each other. We had overco a lot of adversaries together and built a family in the last five years that we had known each other.
If I cared about him—about our life back in Dark Wind—then I needed to get my shit together. It started with keeping Ivan as far away from as possible.
No amount of physical pull was good enough to jeopardize everything I had worked so hard to build with my second-chance mate.
"I’m ready," I said to the priest, taking a deep breath—in through my nose, out through my mouth.
It helped, if only slightly, to calm the storm in my chest.
Ivan had yet to shift from his stony position.
Revierrie gave us both a quick once-over before he began the ritual.
"I stand to believe that conducting this separation ritual is what you both really want?" he inquired hesitantly. "I only ask because, the last ti, it may have been possible that one of you had subconsciously opposed the ritual. In response, it had gotten in the way."
"I want this," I stated, my voice clear and crisp.
The priest nodded and turned to Ivan. "Your Highness?"
"I want this too," he replied with a sense of calm that cut straight through . "We are in agreent. Aren’t we, Maeve?"
It caught off guard—the way those cool gray eyes slid to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
"I—Y—What... sorry, I an, yes. Yes, we are," I finished laly, my voice tripping over itself.
For so reason, his gaze didn’t soften. If anything, his eyes only hardened, a flash of sothing unreadable passing through them before it all shut down completely.
"Proceed," he said abruptly to the priest.
"I see... let’s do this, then." The priest clapped his hands once, and just like last ti, he took mine and Ivan’s hands into his own.
He began the ritual with a series of chants.
We let go of his hand, forcing ourselves to grip each other, just like last ti.
Ivan’s gaze on mine was dead—slits of emotionless, empty steel. His lips barely moved as he uttered the ancient severance chant.
Just like last ti.
"I, Ivan Cross, reject this bond and cut the ties that connect us together, by the will of Selene."
He finished his monotone with a flourish.
"I, Maeve Oakes, reject this bond and cut the ties that connect us together, by the will of Selene."
And then, we waited for sothing to happen.
A minute passed. Nothing.
There was no tingling sensation, no overwhelming muscle strain that ca right before a shift.
Just an underwhelming sense of despair, tangled with the night’s silence.
It took another minute to co to terms with the fact that the separation ritual had failed—again.
Revierrie was the first to break. His calm façade broke, and he began rifling through the pages of his ceremonial journal with frantic hands.
"No... no, this doesn’t make sense," he muttered, his voice rising. "I had the moonstone set in place. The alignnt is perfect. The chants, the markings—it’s all exactly as prescribed. It should have worked."
"What went wrong?" Francis asked, his tone edged with impatience and clear irritation.
Revierrie’s eyes darted up from the pages. "It might be... the sacrifice."
"What sacrifice?" I asked sharply, my gaze snapping to him.
He froze, realizing too late that I had no idea.
Ivan’s voice cut through the tension. "There will be no sacrifice."
Revierrie took a step forward, desperation bleeding into his tone far more than his usual cowardice.
"Your Highness, can’t you see? This bond isn’t a standard mate bond—it’s wrath-bound. Every account I’ve studied says all aspects of the ritual must be completed to break it. That includes the offering. Without it, the goddess may refuse to sever what she’s—"
"I said there will be no sacrifice," Ivan snapped, his voice thundering across the clearing.
Revierrie faltered, but pressed on, words tumbling over themselves.
"But Your Highness, it’s not working! Twice now! You’re both stubborn wolves! If we do not appease the goddess in full—"
"I will not appease her with blood!" Ivan roared, his voice deepening into a feral growl.
I caught it then—the shift in his eyes. A shade darker than before. And darker still with every breath he took.
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