n's rejection, but something more was bothering me, something secret that he w

n would be at the training grounds, so I headed there with my heart racing. His keen gaze

ered my strength. "Ronan!"

cy as he turned slowly. "What

I looked him in the eye and firmly said, "I want answers." "What made

a glimpse of remorse in his gaze. "Madela

g voice, I persisted. Ronan, you're my

above me. "You have no idea what you're getting y

that I can ignore you rejecting me in public? I believed t

closed his eyes for a moment.

tch resonating with the pain in my voic

at he would open and tell me something.

tinued, "Melissa, just leave it alone." "I

ng me standing there feeling much mo

s rejection, his gaze on me, and the odd bond he appeared to have with

the pack library. Although I hadn't been there much before, I knew tha

n ancient, dusty book called Rejection Rituals and Bonds as I was browsing the shelves.

d how it persisted even after rejection as I turned the pages. Reading the sentences made my hear

nd break the connection if I carried out this routine, which would stop the agony

ds with my fingers. Am I capable o

n and perplexity. However, I experienced an odd ache in my chest even as I thought about it. The relationship was pierced by Ro

s I gripped it. "Why... why am I still able to sense you?" The h

ive despite its harm. I sensed his anguish and remorse. But something darker

e concept. Would I miss any opportunity to comprehend Ronan's situation if I brok

me. My heart hurt in a way I had never experienced before because it was so overwhelming. I hadn't even thought about hi

it hard. Yes, the rite might set me free. However, I might never find out the

k. There was only one thing I was certain of: I had t

ding, I had one burning question: what if I w