“Then… then you’ll be free. You can start a new life… find someone truly worthy of your love.”
I’ll protect you and the child from a distance, but I won’t appear before you again. I’ll live like a stranger until you completely forget me.”
He made one final plea, his voice barely audible. But Sabi… before we break the bond… could you let me hold you one last time? Consider it… our final goodbye to what we once had.”
His eyes held desperate longing. “I want to remember your warmth… remember your scent. That way, in the long days ahead, I’ll have some fragment of happiness to hold onto.”
I know I have no right to ask anything but this is my fast wish if you re unwilling, 1 sont force you
Though my heart was Ideeding, I remained resolute wiped my tears and turned away from him.
Pointing toward the door, my voice trembled but stayed firm How please lease i don’t want to see you arrymore?
Third Person POV
Carlan, stared at Sable’s hack, memories of their happiest moments flashing through his mind.
I remember the first time you smiled and called my name… remember when you curled up in my arms and told me you loved me…
I thought werd watch our daughter grow up together… have several children… grow old side by side… walk through life together, I never imagined this would be our ending..
Fighting through his agony, he struggled to his feet. ‘Maybe… maybe separation is better for you. At least you won’t suffer anymore
He took one last, long look at Sable, trying to memorize every detail
Sabi… whether you believe it or not… I love you. I’LL love you for the rest of this life and beyond. If there’s a next life, I hope we can start ver
Take care of yourself… take care of our daughter. Tell her… tell her Daddy loves her very much, but he can’t stay by her side.”
Clutching his wounded chest, he slowly stood and walked toward the door. At the threshold, he hesitated for a long time, his hand on the doorknob but unable to turn it.
He looked back at Sable’s silhouette one final time, words forming on his lips before dying away. Finally, he whispered, “1… I love you Forever and always.
The Gost cloned with a soft click. Outside, he leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, crying silently.
Inside the room, Sable collapsed completely when she heard the door shut, sobbing uncontrollably as her body shook.
She caressed her belly, speaking to her unborn child through broken whispers. “Baby… I’m sorry. Mommy made you lose your Getty And Mummy had no choice. Mommy couldn’t betray Grandma.”
Both of them felt the mate bond’s torment-each other’s grief amplified through the connection that still bound them.
Sathe West Calans Gespair, tad she forced herself to ignore it.
Carlan sensed bother’s anquish and wanted nothing more than to burst back through that door and hold her, but he knew it would only increase her pain.
Two hearts that loved each other were separated-so close physically, yet infinitely far apart emotionally ho sige Geopened, Carian remained in the ballway, watching the bedroom door and unwilling to leave.
Occasionally, Sakher’s muffled sobs drifted through the walls. He raised his hand to knock multiple times, desperate to see Sabie ance mune, but each time his hand fell away
In the end, he spent the entire nigd in that corridor, standing guard over the love he was about to lose, until dawn broke over the
M& M
Sable’s POV
I cried through the entire night.
The pillow beneath my face was soaked through with tears, but I couldn’t stop.
I must have cried myself to sleep sometime before dawn, because when I opened my swollen eyes, pale morning light was filtering through the curtains.
The first thing I saw was the breakfast tray on my nightstand.
French toast arranged perfectly on white porcelain. Fresh blueberries scattered artfully around the edges. Crispy bacon and eggs over easy, just how I liked them. Orange juice so thick and fresh it probably came from the grove behind the manor. And a glass of warm milk with a delicate skin of cream floating on top.
My throat closed up.
He made this.
Every weekend since we’d been together, Caelan would wake before me to prepare exactly this breakfast. He’d arrange the blueberries into a smiley face on the toast, trying to make me laugh. He’d always taste the milk first to make sure it wasn’t too hot.
The tears came again, hot and relentless.
I had no appetite. The thought of food made my stomach turn. But I placed my hand over my belly, feeling the slight curve where our daughter was growing.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “Mommy needs to eat for you.”
I forced myself to take one bite. Then another. The French toast turned to ash in my mouth, but I chewed mechanically. For her. For the tiny life depending on me.
When I finally finished half the plate, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face.
The blood was still there.
Dark stains on the marble floor where he’d bled.
I gripped the sink edge, fighting another wave of grief.
After washing my face with cold water, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Puffy red eyes. Hollow cheeks.
I opened the bathroom door and walked toward the living room.
The curtains were half-drawn, casting everything in dim, oppressive shadows. Medical supplies were scattered across the coffee table -gauze, antiseptic bottles, surgical tape. The metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air.
Caelan sat rigid on the edge of the sofa, wearing a charcoal gray sweatshirt. White bandages wrapped his left chest. His jaw was covered in stubble, his eyes bloodshot from sleeplessness. He looked like he’d aged years in one night.
Dr. Reynolds sat across from him, a middle-aged man with graying hair and wire-rimmed glasses. His medical bag rested at his feet.
When he noticed me in the doorway, concern flickered across his weathered features.
Caelan’s head snapped up. For just a moment, desperate hope blazed in his eyes.
“Morning, Queen Sable,” Dr. Reynolds stood immediately. “Please, sit. I need to examine you.”
I nodded, my voice coming out like sandpaper. “Thank you, Dr. Reynolds.”
Caelan opened his mouth, but only air escaped. No words came. He closed it again, jaw working silently.
Dr. Reynolds guided me to the armchair across from Caelan. His examination was thorough but gentle-checking my pulse, blood pressure, listening to the baby’s heartbeat with his stethoscope.
“The baby is doing well,” he said finally. “Strong heartbeat, normal development.”
I nodded.
“His Majesty told me about the severance ceremony you’re planning.” Dr. Reynolds’s expression grew somber. “I’m very sorry to hear this. He’s asked me to ensure both you and the baby remain safe throughout the process.”
He reached into his bag and withdrew a small white pill.
“This medication will help minimize the physical trauma of breaking the mate bond without harming your pregnancy.”
My hands trembled slightly as I accepted the pill.
Caelan started to rise, instinctively wanting to help me, but the movement pulled at his wound. He sucked in a sharp breath and fell back against the cushions.
I glanced at him involuntarily, then forced myself to look away.
The pill tasted bitter on my tongue. I swallowed it down with a grimace.
Dr. Reynolds maintained his professional demeanor throughout, asking no questions, offering no judgment. When I’d taken the medication, he packed his supplies efficiently.
“Your Majesty, please monitor your wound carefully. No strenuous activity.” He paused at the door, looking back at me. `Queen Sable, if you experience any discomfort, contact me immediately.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Silence settled over us like a suffocating blanket.
Caelan sat with his hands braced on his knees, staring at the floor. I focused on a single wilted rose in the crystal vase on the coffee table, its petals brown and curling.
Ten minutes passed. Neither of us spoke,
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