Pecan's pov
The days in the hospital dragged on endlessly. Every second felt like an eternity as I tried to piece myself back together. It wasn't just my body that was healing; it was my pride, my heart, my very sense of self. Paul's words lingered in my mind like a haunting refrain, replaying over and over until I thought I'd go mad. He had made it clear that I wasn't worth fighting for. That our mate bond, something I'd cherished since the moment I felt it, meant nothing to him.
I had always believed the mate bond was sacred, unbreakable, a divine promise that connected two souls forever. Yet, here I was, clinging to shreds of something Paul didn't want. His rejection wasn't just a denial of me; it was a betrayal of everything I thought we shared. The pain was unlike anything I'd ever experience; raw, consuming, and unrelenting.
