Standing beside Enzo, Ren watched quietly as the physician examined the omega's vitals.
"Even if you are in perfect health, breaking a bond—especially one between fated mates—can be life-threatening," the elderly man sighed, shaking his head. "Are you certain you wish to proceed?" Worry clouded his already wrinkled face, his voice heavy under the weight of his concern.
Enzo sat upright on the mattress, his back resting against a pillow propped against the wooden headboard for support. His gaze flickered briefly toward Ren, then returned to the physician. He gave a small, resolute nod. The uncertainty lingered—whether the price of his life was worth paying to sever the bond—but one thing was clear: he no longer wanted to carry it.
"Very well…" the physician murmured under his breath, almost to himself. "I never imagined a bond between fated mates would end so tragically."
