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I slid the door open, and a gust of wind kissed my face, pulling strands of my hair into the air.
I stepped outside.
The view from here was endless. The palace sat like a crowned beast, high above the rest of the world, surrounded by miles of untamed wilderness and sharp stone cliffs that tore the land into jagged ribbons.
The wind caught the edge of my shirt, lifting it slightly. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.
My chest rose, then fell in a jagged sigh. I tilted my head up and stared at the sky, so wide, indifferent, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
“Why?” I thought bitterly.
Why had fate made my life so difficult? What twisted game was this? For what purpose was the universe sending wave after wave of misfortune my way? What was the point of my existence in this wretched, cursed world? What was even keeping going?
I had no one to run too and nothing to my name. I’ve just been passed down from different people since I was born. People who at the end of the day broke me. And now here I was handed to the next, only this time this one was disguising as a mate. I was so tired. So desperately tired From existing in a world that never made room for me.
So what was stopping me from ending it all right now, from jumping off this balcony and being done with the pain once and for all?
The IV tube tugged slightly as I moved, but I ripped it from my skin with a sharp gasp, and blood trickled from the inlet onto the marble floor.
Death called to me like a lullaby now.
I stepped closer to the ledge. My breath caught in my throat as I placed one foot on the rail, then the other.
I was up now.
Dangling on the very edge between life and oblivion.
I looked down.
The height was staggering. The ground below blurred into nothingness, swallowed by shadows. Just one step, Narine. One more. And it all goes quiet.
I clenched my fists at my sides. My body trembled, not from the cold, but from the war raging inside me.
I wanted to move. But I couldn’t. My leg wouldn’t move.
I laughed. It scraped through my throat like shattered glass. Hot tears spilled freely down my cheeks, blurring the horizon, distorting everything. I hated this. I hated how weak I was.
” How utterly pathetic!! You can’t even do this,” a cruel voice whispered from somewhere inside me. “You can’t even end your own suffering.”
I hated that it was right.
I hated me.
I hated this body. This fate. This cruel illusion of a second chance.
And somewhere, deep down… I hated him. For being kind when he had no reason to be.
I wanted to curse the world. Scream at the sky. Rip the stars down from their indifferent heights and throw them back at the gods who cursed me with this existence. But I couldn’t even bring myself to do that.
There was no point.
At the end of the day I was nothing but a pathetic, useless, good-for-nothing, abomination of an existence.
A miserable, broken creature. Was there really no purpose to my life other than simply existing?
I was tired of being the universe’s punching bag. Fuck the universe, fuck fate too. If I had no purpose, then I would give myself one. I would take charge of my life. No more wallowing. I would get stronger. I would stop bitching about how life treated me and finally, finally, learn to keep up with this brutal, shifting world.
And then… I would hunt down Joe-him and every last filthy minion he used to break me.
I would track them down like the rabid dogs they were and make them pay for every scar, lash, and scream they tore from my throat.
Maybe then… maybe when their screams echo louder than mine ever did, maybe when justice is carved into their skin, maybe then I’ll be able to move forward with life. That alone was a purpose.
As for Sargis? I didn’t know what the hell he wanted from me.
I sure as hell don’t believe the mate bullshit he was spewing. The fates didn’t choose someone like me for someone like him. That kind of story doesn’t happen to abominations.
I will leave this palace, him and his silver chains of affection.
And I will enact my revenge.
I will take charge of my life, even if I have to claw it out of the jaws of fate.
“I’ll be no one’s victim anymore,” I thought steely.
“Narine, please don’t do that!” I heard Sargis voice behind me.
I turned to look back at him, and that was my mistake.
My foot slipped on the rail.
And then I was falling.
Weightless.
SARGIS’ POV
I was smiling to myself like a damn fool.
The image of her, my Narine, with her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel as she devoured banana after banana kept replaying in my mind.
God, I was whipped.
Not even in the cute, casual kind of way either. I mean soul-bound, spine-melting, ‘I’d burn the world down for you’ kind of whipped.
It’s absurd, really. How quickly I’ve fallen for a woman who barely looks me in the eye.
And yet here I was, grinning like an idiot because she ate fruit, completely disregarding the fact that she said she didn’t want to be my mate.
Back in the early years of my search, I drank too much, though alcohol could never touch me the way I wanted it to, partied hard, and indulged in meaningless sex as an outlet for my frustrations and disappointments.
But nothing ever felt like this.
Not even close.
When Narine collapsed in my arms that night, it was like a puzzle piece I didn’t even know was missing suddenly slid into place.
I understood now.
I used to roll my eyes at my parents’ mate bond, their relentless PDA, private little touches, and the way they’d smile like idiots even after fifty years together.
Now I knew why.
And my mother wanted me to take a chosen mate? I scoffed bitterly at the memory. As if.
I was making my way to my study to tie up some loose ends and approve new projects. I reached the elevator, and hovered my finger over the panel… then paused.
Would it be weird to sneak a picture of her while she was eating? I grinned to myself, amused at how whipped I was.
Ah, screw it.
Without another thought, I turned around and headed back.
