{IRIS}
"Shut up," Lorcan snarled, his voice like a whip. "Say that again, and I’ll wring your neck myself."
His words felt like a physical blow, but I stood my ground. Tears stung my eyes, my throat tightening, but I refused to let them fall.
"Y-you can’t marry her," I whispered, my voice cracking. "You’re destined to . I am your mate."
Lorcan let out a bitter, humorless laugh, the sound colder than any growl. He leaned in, his face just inches from mine, his silver eyes burning with cruel intensity.
"Destined?" His voice dripped with venom. "Do you think I care about so ancient bond?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "You’re nothing to , Iris. Nothing. The Moon Goddess made a mistake if she thought I’d be tied to a wolfless, weak little oga like you."
His words sliced through , each one a dagger straight to my heart.
"I write my own fate," he snarled, his voice rising. "And my fate has nothing to do with you. Tomorrow, I’ll marry Ember and claim my place as Alpha. You?" His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "You’ll stay exactly where you belong—scrubbing floors and delivering laundry. That’s all you’re good for. That’s all you’ll ever be."
He stepped past , shoving the door open without another glance.
"Now get out."
The mont the door slamd shut, the dam inside broke.
I stood there, frozen, my body trembling violently. My heart ached, the mate bond pulling toward him even as he ripped apart with his words.
I had never felt so small. So powerless.
But as the pain threatened to swallow whole, sothing inside sparked—sothing raw, sothing angry.
Lorcan thought he could ignore our bond.
He thought he could erase from his life.
But he was wrong.
Because the Moon Goddess didn’t make mistakes.
And neither did fate.
My chest heaved as I struggled to hold back the sob clawing its way up my throat. The mate bond, once a source of hope and belonging, now felt like a cruel noose tightening around .
All my life, I had known nothing of warmth, love, or care. I had endured the cold stares, the cruel words, and the crushing loneliness, clinging desperately to the one fragile hope that kept going—the belief that my mate would one day save , that he would be the light in my darkness.
But I had been wrong. Terribly, heartbreakingly wrong.
No one was coming to save . And the one destined to cherish , to protect , would be the first to destroy .
"Lorcan . . ." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He didn’t wait to hear more. With one final sneer, he brushed past , the door slamming shut behind him. The sound echoed in the silence, a final punctuation to the shattering of my world.
I stood frozen, my vision blurred by unshed tears. My hands trembled at my sides, and the crushing weight of rejection bore down on my shoulders.
I didn’t want him to be with anyone else. It was ironic—how I hadn’t thought much about Lorcan before. But the mont I turned eighteen and realized he was my mate, everything changed.
He beca the center of my world, an unyielding pull I couldn’t escape. Though his Lycan blood allowed him to resist the mate bond, I wasn’t so fortunate. The bond consud , its fire searing my soul with longing and heartbreak.
What could I do now? How could I move forward knowing my mate was about to bind himself to another?
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