Chapter 46: Breaking Point

Breaking Point

The moment she walked away, Alexander felt like the very air had been stolen from his lungs.

A hollow, suffocating weight settled in his chest, pressing down like an iron fist around his ribs. He stood there, unmoving, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His body trembled—not with fear, not with hesitation, but with the agonizing restraint he was barely managing to hold onto.

But it was useless.

The second she disappeared from sight, the bond between them howled in protest, clawing at his very soul like a beast denied its prey.

His jaw tightened.

He should have let her go.

He should have stayed away.

But the moment her scent faded from the air, something inside him snapped. A sharp, guttural snarl erupted from deep within his chest—a sound more beast than man, raw and uncontained.

You're a fool.

His wolf's voice was an icy blade, slicing through the fragile remnants of his control.