Episode 7
Damien tore through every room of the packhouse, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. His wolf clawed within him, restless and agitated, urging him to find. me. Drawers were yanked open, closets rifled through, but there was nothing – no scent, no belongings, no sign of the mate he had cherished for seven years.
“This can’t be happening,” he growled, his voice raw with desperation.
He pulled out his phone, dialing my number for what must have been the
hundredth time, but all he got was the cold, mechanical voice of the answering service. Each time the call cut off, it felt like a dagger slicing through his chest.
In a frenzy, he tried reaching out to me through the pack‘ s social media network, only to see the devastating words: “This user is no longer in your friend list.”
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Damien tore through every room of the packhouse, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. His wolf clawed within him, restless and agitated, urging him to find me. Drawers were yanked open, closets rifled through, but there was nothing – no scent, no belongings, no sign of the mate he had cherished for seven years.
“This can’t be happening,” he growled, his voice raw with desperation.
He pulled out his phone, dialing my number for what must have been the
hundredth time, but all he got was the cold, mechanical voice of the answering service. Each time the call cut off, it felt like a dagger slicing through his chest.
In a frenzy, he tried reaching out to me through the pack‘ s social media network, only to see the devastating words: “This user is no longer in your friend list.”
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For a fleeting moment, Damien questioned reality. Had the bond we’d shared been an illusion? Had I, his mate, been a figment of his imagination all along? But no, the ache in his chest, the emptiness where our bond used to hum with life, told him otherwise.
Then, a thought struck him. His trembling hands opened the couple’s location- tracking app we had once used to stay connected during pack missions. His breath hitched when he saw history. Two weeks ago, I was near him–just meters away–but had stopped short and turned back.
“What happened that day?” He muttered, his voice shaking with a mixture of anger and fear.
He checked the date on the app‘ s
timeline, then glanced at his calendar. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. His phone slipped from his grasp, shattering as it hit the hardwood floor, but Damien
barely noticed.
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That same evening, far from Damien‘ s anguish, I stood in the middle of a lavish hotel banquet, surrounded by the pack‘ s allies and business associates. My father, Alpha, had insisted I attend as part of my duties as his daughter. The room was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of polite conversation, but I felt detached, my wolf restless and uneasy.
After hours of toasting and forced smiles, I could no longer endure the suffocating atmosphere. My feet ached from the towering heels I wore, and my cheeks hurt from the practiced smile I had plastered all evening. Seeking solace, I slipped away unnoticed, finding refuge in one of the guest rooms upstairs.
The room was dimly lit, the muffled sounds of the banquet a distant hum. I kicked off my heels and sank onto the plush bed, letting out a tired sigh. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to relax, but a soft noise from the bathroom made my eyes snap open.
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“Who’s there?” I called, with my voice firm despite the flutter of anxiety in my chest.
There was no response, only the faint sound of water dripping.
My wolf stirred uneasily, urging caution, but curiosity got the better of me. I approached the bathroom door, my bare feet silent against the carpet. Slowly, I pushed the door open, and before I could react, a strong hand shot out, yanking me inside.
I gasped, but the sound was quickly stifled as I found myself pinned against the cool tiled wall. My eyes widened as I took in the man before me.
He was soaking wet, his dark hair clinging to his face, and his breathing was labored as if he had run miles to get there. His golden eyes, usually so vibrant, were dim. and clouded with exhaustion.
“Thalia,” he rasped, his voice hoarse but
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filled with unmistakable relief.
My heart raced, my wolf howling in recognition and longing, but I forced myself to remain composed. “Who are you?”
His grip on my arms loosened, and he staggered forward, his weight pressing against me as he struggled to stay upright.
“What a coincidence,” he murmured, a weak chuckle escaping him. “I’m your fiancee… the one whom you will be bonded in the future. Do you think you could do me a huge favor?”
“A… a favor?” I stammered, confused and wary. Despite the pull of the mate bond, the memory of our last argument still stung. “Why should I trust you?”
He chuckled again, though it sounded more like a pained exhale. His breath was warm against my cheek, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
“Cautious, are we?” he teased, though his
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voice lacked its usual spark. “My wallet and phone are in my jacket pocket. Check them if you don‘ t believe me.”
Reluctantly, I steadied him against the wall and reached into his jacket, my hands trembling. I pulled out his wallet and flipped it open, scanning the ID. Sure enough, it was him.
