Bound

Chapter 52 - One Year Ago

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Skylar

A minute ago, I was standing with Chris in the tent after being humiliated by Dmitri and Savannah, and now I was in front of my house, exactly where I wanted to escape to.

"As a warlock, I have certain powers that prove useful in certain situations," Chris says from behind me, causing me to jump.

"Geez, you gave me a fright Chris," I say, clutching my chest, my heart threatening to escape its cage.

"I'm sorry, Skylar. I didn't mean to scare you." Chris moves to stand in front of me.

"Are you okay?" This simple question from him has no simple answer.

I am not okay. I love Dmitri. Something that became even more glaringly obvious when the heartache settled in at the sight of him and Savannah locking lips. The fact that he chose her over me was shocking and unbelievable. I deluded myself into thinking that what we have is powerful and means something. But I guess when it comes to the supernatural world, a mate ordained by the deities trumps my mere mortal love.

"Maybe there is a mistake. I should at least speak to him and try and understand." I look at Chris as I speak, unable to keep the tears brimming in my eyes from falling.

"I think he made it glaringly obvious when he introduced Savannah as his mate to the entire gathering that his choice has been made." Chris doesn't look at me when he says the words, but his tone is full of anger, though directed at who, I'm not sure.

"I know, but I love him, Chris, and I am sure he feels the same way about me. Maybe he was just put on the spot. I know how important mates are to their species. Maybe we just need to figure this out." I felt desperate, my heart breaking, pushing for its pieces to be put back together. And the only one who could do that was Dmitri.

"Get a grip, Skylar!" Chris snaps at me angrily, causing me to jump. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I just don't want to see you get hurt anymore." He sounds pained, and his eyes hold sadness.

"Listen, Skylar. It is nearly impossible for mates to reject each other, especially not an Alpha and even more so a Lycan. The binding process had already started when they scented one another and touched. It cannot be undone. If they try and reject each other, they will become weak. They could even end up going insane. And with Dmitri being an Alpha, his whole pack would become weak. It impacts more than just the two binding." He hesitates before he says the next words. "They will end up dying if they don't complete the binding process."

"I don't understand. Dmitri will die if he doesn't bind with Savannah?" The tears fall unchecked, and I can feel the little ember of hope being snuffed out at his words.

"Yes. She is his mate. When mates are apart, they are vulnerable and volatile. If he doesn't complete the binding process, he will become weaker and weaker until one day his heart just stops beating."

Those words seal my fate and Dmitris. This could not be undone, no matter what happened. My love for Dmitri would not see me begging him to stay with me, not at the cost of his life and others potentially.

Dmitri

It had been half an hour since I left Savannah in one of the guest bedrooms at my house. After much uproar from her about her being my mate and how we should be staying in the same bed, I told her that if she didn't like it, she must leave. To which she pouted and shut the door in my face. While it had been difficult in public to display my true feelings towards my mate, in private, I felt no need to sugarcoat my lack of affection.

I still could not understand how we could be paired. How could we be binding? Aside from the sparks we felt when touching, every other area lacked. Even her scent sometimes was less alluring than at other times.

I was now on my way to Sky's place, hope flaring in my chest that we could somehow work around this situation. I am in love with her. My feelings for her far outweighing this mate situation I was faced with. I just needed to figure out how to get out of this with the least impact on everyone. With me being Alpha, the repercussions of rejecting a mate were more severe, and the council would definitely intervene.

All I wanted to do now was speak to Sky and tell her my feelings for her are real and how in love with her I am. I realize it even more now after being in the company of Savannah for just a minute. The thought of her lips on mine repulsed me still. I hated that Sky had seen that.

I pull into her driveway, anxiety and nervousness coursing through my whole body. I just hope she understands and gives me a chance.

The surveillance cameras had picked up Sky and Chris entering her house over three hours ago with no sign of them leaving again. I wanted to be here sooner, however, as the host of tonight's party, I needed to see the guests off. I ended up practically chasing everyone home, though to them, I was just eager to have my mate to myself, so no one seemed to take offense. Little did they know that the one nipping at my heels and calling my heart was a tiny red-headed human.

I had a lot to make up for, apart from tonight. And a lot I wanted to share with her. I had fallen in love with her without telling her much about myself, my past, and who I am. Though I know she wanted to know, she never pushed me for that information, I think, hoping that I would eventually open up voluntarily. That's exactly what I wanted to do with her right now. Bare and display all of me. All the bad parts, all the parts no one else knew about. If anyone could understand and still love me, it would be her—my Skylar.

As I leave the car, I am immediately hit with the sound of silence. No noise comes from her house, though the light is on in the kitchen. My heart sinks. I move towards the front door, fear ripping through me. Don't let her be gone. She wouldn't do that. As I enter her house, I repeat this in my mind, the door unlocked as if she was expecting me.

I can smell her scent lingering all over the place—only her scent. The warlock must be masking his. I don't have to go far to find what has been left for me. A letter. And on top of it, a box.

The letter is short and to the point. "I'm leaving Dmitri. We both knew this was never going to work out. It's time for us to go back to our own worlds." I crumple the paper up while lifting the lid off the small box on the table. I already know what lies inside, my broken heart in the shape of an oval gem.

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