Nathan's POV
For a second, I thought I was dreaming.
The world was blurry… the walls far away… the floor tilting under my feet.
All I knew was pain.
Thick. Burning. Deep in my chest.
The last thing I remembered was lying on the healer's bed, drowning in darkness while voices faded around me.
Now suddenly… barely, I was standing in the doorway of the throne room.
My hand gripped the doorframe tightly. My legs shook under me. Every breath felt like knives tearing through my lungs. Sweat ran down my back. My heart beat weakly against my ribs, angry and slow.
But none of that mattered.
Because in front of me…
Hailee was standing beside Callum.
A priest stood before them.
They both wore rings.
And Callum was leaning toward her… his head low… his mouth open… ready to mark her.
My mate.
The woman the moon gave me.
The woman whose soul was tied to mine.
Something primal ripped out of my chest before I could stop it.
"DON'T DO IT, HAILEE—!"
