Phoebe’s POV
I couldn’t process what I’d just witnessed. My gaze shifted to Timothy, who stood transfixed by Jude, his expression bordering on madness.
Jude had co here to learn how to brew a concoction for Harlow—that’s why she was present. But I never anticipated this turn of events.
"Mate," Timothy repeated, his voice thick with wonder as he moved toward Jude with deliberate steps. She remained frozen in place, equally shocked.
"Impossible..." Wade whispered beside . "He’s found his mate. Actually found her?" His eyes sparkled with excitent—for these young warriors, witnessing soone discover their destined partner was unprecedented.
Even as an observer, I could sense the invisible thread binding them together. The connection pulsed with overwhelming intensity. I found myself equally stunned by its power.
That sa magnetic pull had consud when I discovered Kevin was my fated mate. No wonder losing my wolf spirit had devastated after his rejection—it felt like being dragged beneath churning ocean waves, swept away by relentless currents. This type of love ran deep and wild.
At least Timothy wouldn’t endure the agony of rejection like I had.
Or so I believed...
"Mate..." Timothy called again, quickening his pace. The desperate need to hold her seed to drive him forward with maddening urgency.
But Jude retreated, shaking her head as if fighting against so internal spell. When Timothy continued advancing, everyone present held their breath, sensing the tension.
"No," Jude said weakly, and Timothy stopped abruptly. "No, I can’t." She shook her head again, more forcefully this ti.
Alarm bells rang in my mind as I recognized the signs. I knew exactly what would happen next—the gesture and its devastating aftermath.
"Jude!" I called out before she could speak those damaging words. "Jude, can we talk..."
She turned to in surprise, as if noticing my presence for the first ti. But she continued shaking her head, her entire fra trembling with fear.
The terror in her eyes made Timothy’s heart visibly clench. He wanted to understand her fear, but the possibility that he himself might be its source would be unbearable.
"Please, what’s wrong?" Timothy didn’t even know her na, yet he already ached for her. The urge to touch her, embrace her, and promise her safety consud him entirely.
"No... please, no..." Jude whimpered, looking frantically between Timothy and before making her choice—she ran.
"Wait!" Timothy’s shock was palpable as Jude shifted into her wolf form and bolted. He moved to follow, but I intervened.
"No! Stay! Timothy!" I commanded. He hesitated montarily before choosing to ignore , forcing to invoke my luna authority. "Timothy! Stay!"
He froze instantly. Even Samuel and Wade bowed their heads under the weight of my commanding voice.
"Sorry," I apologized briefly to Samuel and Wade before approaching Timothy. "Let her go."
"What do you an, let her go?" Timothy spun around, pain etched across his features. For the first ti, he looked at with harsh accusation. "Why did you stop ?!"
His raised voice toward his queen was inappropriate, but I understood his anguish. Watching his mate flee had shattered sothing inside him.
"If you follow her now, she’ll reject you. Is that what you want?" I asked sternly, choosing not to punish his disrespectful tone.
"She won’t," Timothy said through gritted teeth, though we both knew I spoke the truth. That woman had been seconds away from saying those devastating words.
"You know I’m right." I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he relaxed slightly, drawing a deep breath to compose himself.
"Why? Why did she do that? I don’t even know her na!" Timothy’s frustration was raw as he kept glancing toward where Jude had disappeared, silently willing her return.
I nodded at Samuel and Wade, signaling them to give us privacy.
They withdrew to a respectful distance, remaining close enough to provide security but far enough to allow private conversation.
"Why?" Timothy rubbed his face roughly.
"Her na is Jude," I said gently. "There’s sothing you need to understand, Timothy."
"What?" His emotional turmoil made controlling his temper difficult, but I chose to overlook his sharp tone.
"She’s an oga in this pack."
"I know." His teeth clenched in annoyance, which quickly transford into burning rage.
Every oga, especially the won, had endured horrific abuse from the n in this kingdom. Soone had violated her. Multiple n had touched his mate.
The thought ignited fury beneath Timothy’s skin.
"I should have executed them all slowly, agonizingly. I should have tortured every person here until they begged for death!" Timothy’s rage consud him. "I understand that part, I can accept that reality, but I don’t understand why she’s avoiding !"
I drew a steadying breath, grateful that Perry wasn’t here to witness Timothy’s disrespectful outburst toward his mate—it would have triggered his own protective fury.
"Can you stop yelling at so I can explain?"
"Fine, fine. I’m sorry."
I took Timothy’s hand and delivered the crucial information. "She has a child."
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