Third Person POV
Rage consumed Nash like wildfire ever since he had returned from that disastrous encounter with Seraphine. The memory of her calm acceptance of his rejection burned through his mind like poison. She was his fated mate, and every instinct screamed that she belonged to him. The decision to send her away to Alpha Theodore as a breeder had been the worst mistake of his existence, all because he had listened to Tiara and her twisted counsel.
Each passing day without Seraphine felt like slow torture. His wolf clawed at the walls of his consciousness, howling with desperate fury and demanding they return to claim what was theirs. The beast inside him pushed relentlessly, threatening to tear through his control and drag him back to his mate.
Yet the treaty bound him like chains. Even when he had swallowed his pride and gone to ask Seraphine to return, she had simply accepted his rejection as if it meant nothing. As if he meant nothing.
