My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 128: Her Second Mate II

Violet

The slender man was already bowing, low and formal, his movents sharp with panic. "I apologize," he said, addressing both and my guard. "Please pardon my Supre Alpha’s behaviour. He ant no harm, I assure you."

The wolf beside shifted uncomfortably, clearly not sure how to respond or even handle the situation.

The man, who I suspected was the Supre Alpha’s beta, was still talking and apologising profusely as the other wolf tried to diffuse the situation.

But I didn’t wait to hear the rest.

My mind was spinning with implications I couldn’t process, and questions I couldn’t answer.

I turned and ran.

"Wait!" I heard the Supre Alpha call out behind , but I was already moving, pushing through the crowd with desperate urgency.

The crowd swallowed whole as I plunged into the throng of bodies, not caring who I shoved past or what startled protests followed . My heart hamred so violently I could hear it in my ears, drowning out everything else.

The bond pulled at even as I ran, a warm insistent tug that felt wrong and right and impossible all at once. Like my chest was trying to turn back toward him even while my legs carried forward.

’No. No. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.’

I burst through another cluster of wolves, ignoring their annoyed protests. The shadow guard was sowhere behind trying to keep up.

The castle lood ahead and I ran faster before slowing to a brisk walk towards the courtyard.

’How was this possible?’

I nearly collided with a wolf standing directly in my path.

I stumbled back, my vision swimming, and looked up into a face I recognized.

Another patrol wolf from Shadowpine.

The sa cruel eyes I rembered from that night flashed with surprise and he stiffened the mont he saw my face.

"You—" he breathed, stumbling a step back.

The rage that had been simring since Elena returned in full force, mixing with the panic and confusion in and turning them into sothing sharp and volatile.

"Get out of my way!" I snapped.

The words ca out as a snarl, and sothing in my tone, or maybe the wild look in my eyes, or the way my energy flared hot beneath my skin, made him jolt backward.

He shifted to the side so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, and I swept past him without another word.

The mont I reached Kael’s quarters, I fled to my room and slamd the doors behind .

My hands were shaking.

No. My entire body was shaking.

My chest felt too tight, as if my lungs were refusing to expand properly.

’Breathe. Just breathe.’

I stumbled toward the bathing room, gripping the edge of the basin with trembling hands. Cold water. I needed cold water.

I turned the tap, letting cold water flow, then splashed it over my face again and again.

The shock of cold did nothing to clear my mind.

Inside , my syzygy trembled. It felt so uncomfortable like it was being pulled in two directions at once.

"This isn’t happening," I whispered, closing my eyes as I tried to steady myself. "It can’t be happening."

But it was.

I had two mates?

That was impossible. I had never heard of such a thing. There is usually ant to be just one.

I straightened and pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to make sense of sothing that made no sense.

How? How could I have another mate?

Mates were singular. One person. One bond. That was how it worked. That was how it had always worked.

Even Damon, even after everything he had put through, had been my mate. My only mate. The rejection had nearly killed , had left hollow and broken, but he had been the one.

Until Kael.

My hands lowered slowly from my face as a terrible chill went down my spine.

A thought I could not push away ford.

’When did Kael exactly beco my mate?’

I stared at my reflection, watching the colour drain further from my face.

When did my bond form with him?

I had been recovering from the rejection. My body had been breaking down from the severed bond, until I t Kael.

Even when rejected mates lost their bond, it took years before another was ford, so why was Kael my mate while I was still suffering from the rejection symptoms?

My breath hitched.

Had Kael been my mate all along?

Even while Damon was?

The realisation that I had always had two mates, now three, sent ice through my veins.

My legs gave out and I slid down to the floor.

This was bad.

[ - ]

I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. My syzygy had cald down, and it took a bit of relaxing to answer the hanging question of why I had multiple mates. It likely had to do with being a Lycan.

What was I going to do now?

I wasn’t sure if I should tell Kael. He had enough on his plate as it was, and now this...

Even if I did, I had to choose soone.

My chest tightened and my mouth soured.

I hated that.

I did not want to do that.

I never want to inflict the harm Damon subjected to.

Even if I were to choose Kael, I wasn’t ready and I didn’t want it to be like this. I hadn’t even had the ti to discover myself first.

Separate from the bond was a barely discernible pull towards sowhere, much like the one I had felt during the eclipse. I would have to follow it to wherever it led to after the summit.

I curled into myself on the bed.

For the first ti since my last escape attempt, I felt the strong urge to run away from the Capital this very instant, and for a very different reason.

I felt so suffocated, like a heavy burden had settled on my shoulders.