Chapter 5 No.5

Emery POV

The air in the restaurant didn't just grow heavy; it solidified, pressing against my lungs like wet concrete. The chatter of the other patrons vanished, replaced by a ringing silence that screamed of danger.

"Mr. Madden?" I whispered again, my voice trembling.

He didn't answer. He didn't even blink. His eyes, swirling with a storm of black and gold, were fixed on me with a hatred so palpable it felt like a physical blow. Then, his gaze flicked to Jonah. The look he gave my cousin was one of pure, unadulterated disgust-like Jonah was a disease he needed to scrape off his shoe.

"You dare," Mr. Madden snarled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "You dare parade your filth in my city."

"Excuse me?" Jonah stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Watch your tone, pal. I don't know who you think you are, but-"

"Sit."

The command wasn't shouted, but it hit the room like a shockwave. It was an Alpha's Command, laced with ancient, undeniable power. Jonah's knees buckled instantly. He slammed back into his chair, his face twisting in shock and fury as his body betrayed him, forced into submission by a rank far superior to his own.

Juliette gasped, clutching Jonah's arm, her eyes wide with terror.

I couldn't move. I was frozen, a rabbit caught in the headlights of a predator. Mr. Madden turned his attention back to me. He looked at me not as an employee, or even a person, but as a stain on his honor.

"I will not be tethered to a whore," he stated, his voice ice-cold and loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear.

My breath hitched. "W-what?"

He didn't explain. He simply delivered the execution.

"I, Aiden Madden, reject you, Emery Travis, as my mate."

The words hung in the air for a fraction of a second before the pain hit.

It wasn't a gradual ache. It was a violent, tearing sensation, as if an invisible hand had reached into my chest and ripped my soul in half. I screamed, but no sound came out-only a choked gasp as darkness swarmed the edges of my vision. My hands flew to my chest, clawing at my dress, trying to stop the agony that radiated from my very core.

"Emery!" Jonah roared, fighting the invisible weight pinning him down, veins bulging in his neck.

Through the haze of blinding pain, I saw Mr. Madden turn his back on me. He didn't look back. He walked away with the cold indifference of a king leaving a battlefield, leaving me shattered on the velvet seat, gasping for air that wouldn't come.

Aiden POV

The moment the elevator doors of the parking garage closed, my knees nearly gave out.

I staggered toward my car, my hand clutching my chest. The bond-that thin, irritating thread I had just severed-snapped back with the force of a whip. A jagged, burning pain seared through my ribs, stealing my breath.

You fool! My wolf howled, throwing himself against the bars of my mind. You hurt her! You hurt our mate!

"She betrayed us," I gritted out, forcing myself to unlock the car door. My hands were shaking. "She is not ours. She belongs to the streets."

I collapsed into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut to seal myself in the silence. But there was no silence. There was only the echo of her gasp, the look of utter devastation in those wide, terrified eyes.

Why did it hurt this much? I had won. I had cut out the cancer before it could spread. I should feel relief.

Instead, I felt like I was bleeding out.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked, gasping for air, waiting for the agony to subside. It didn't. It settled deep in my bones, a cold, hollow ache that whispered of a mistake too great to measure.

The drive back to the Madden estate was a blur. When I walked into the main living room, the fire was dying in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor.

My grandmother, Lucia, was sitting in her high-backed armchair. She didn't look up from the book in her lap, but I knew she was aware of my presence. The air around her crackled with disapproval.

"You reek of misery, Aiden," she said, her voice sharp.

I poured myself a drink from the crystal decanter, my hand still trembling slightly. "I did what had to be done. I rejected her."

Lucia closed her book with a snap that echoed like a gunshot. She turned her steel-grey eyes on me. "You rejected the gift from the Goddess because of your pride."

"Pride?" I spun around, the whiskey sloshing in my glass. "I saw her, Grandmother! I saw her with him at the restaurant. He had his arm around another woman, kissing her right in front of Emery! And she smiled! She sat there and smiled like it was acceptable!"

"And that is why you condemned her?" Lucia stood up, her small frame radiating a power that rivaled my own. "Because you saw a warrior kiss a woman?"

"He is her lover!" I roared, the beast inside me pacing aggressively. "He touched her at the airport. He was with her tonight."

"An Alpha's eyes, when clouded by jealousy, see only what his rage wants him to see," Lucia said quietly, stepping closer to me. Her gaze was piercing, stripping away my defenses. "You saw him kiss a woman. But tell me, Aiden... did you truly see which woman he kissed?"

I froze.

The memory replayed in my mind, but it was jagged, red-tinted by my fury. I saw the man. I saw the dark hair of the woman he pulled close.

Emery has dark hair.

But so did the other woman.

"Are you willing to condemn your soul based on a shadow?" Lucia whispered, placing a hand on my arm. "Because once that door is closed, grandson, it does not open again easily."

I pulled away from her, turning to stare into the dying fire. "I know what I saw," I said, but my voice lacked its usual iron.

Later, in the oppressive silence of my bedroom, I lay staring at the ceiling.

The scent of her-wild lavender and rain-still clung to my senses, a phantom limb I couldn't shake. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was her face in that final moment. The shock. The pain.

There was no guilt in her eyes. Only confusion.

What if...

My wolf whined, a low, mournful sound that vibrated in my chest.

I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow, but sleep was a distant memory. The victory I had claimed tasted like ash in my mouth, and for the first time in my life, I was terrified that I had been the villain in my own story.