CHAPTER EIGHT
1543 Words
BASTIAN
"I knew that one day you would come to ask me about it," says Dr. Phillip with a friendly smile.
"And do you know the answer?" I ask urgently.
"Unfortunately, no, I have been researching it since the day she rejected you, because I have been intrigued to learn more about the ritual to break the sacred bond created by the moon goddess, but I have not been able to find much information about it," he tells me, and I feel my hopes of finding an explanation for what happens to me, vanish into thin air.
"Why is there no information about it? It doesn't make sense,” I tell him, and he shakes his head slightly.
"In fact, it makes a lot of sense," he responds, and seeing that I am still just as confused the doctor begins to explain.
"You see, the chances of finding your fated mate are few, you already know that, we all know it, and even more so in those who have a Lycanthrope lineage, mainly because the ancient Lycan kings freely chose their partner and sealed their bond with the mating ritual, you and Elina, being descendants of this lineage, have a mixture of races that makes the sacred bond even more difficult to understand, although it is not as easy for you as for the rest of us to identify your fated mate from the beginning, once the bond is sealed it is much more powerful than that created between normal werewolves, so while it is quite strange that between werewolves they reject the bond, it is basically unheard of for alphas with a royal bloodline to reject it, that is why there isn't much information about it,” he tells me, and I desperately run my hands through my hair.
"There has to be something, I need some explanation of what is happening, I want to know why I still feel a connection with her, I know that everyone tells me that they are just a figment of my imagination, and that I can't really feel what she feels, or that the damn awful pain that has invaded me in recent nights has nothing to do with her, I know everyone thinks I am insane, but I know I am not,” I tell him, and he pats me on the back in a comforting way.
"Well, I don't think you are insane either, I would even dare to say you are right," he replies, and I raise my head to him immediately.
"What?" I ask stunned.
"I have a theory about it, and it sounds more like what you say than what others say," he tells me.
"What is the theory?" I ask urgently.
"I think the bond was broken, but not totally," he tells me, and I feel my heart stop.
“How could that happen? I felt the pain when she spoke the words, I still feel it, that is the same pain from the rejection that we have been told about since we were little,” I tell him, and he nods.
"Well, it is that according to what I have been able to observe in my many years studying and healing the body of royal alphas, and as I had already mentioned, you have a mixture of races that is precisely what differentiates you from normal werewolves, I think Elina partly broke the bond when she spoke the words, just like a normal werewolf would, but I told you that Lycans are different and they seal their bond when they complete the mating ritual, and from what I can see in your neck, the two of you actually completed it… my theory is that with you two having Lycans blood, the bond is too powerful to be broken simply by saying the words of rejection,” he tells me, and I feel a light of hope begin to grow inside of me for the first time in almost a year.
"Does that mean we can still be bonded? so all I feel and have been feeling is for her," I murmur, more to myself than to the doctor.
"But then how is the Lycans bond broken?" I ask him suddenly.
"That is what I don't know, I haven't been able to find information about it," he replies with a shrug.
"Wait, there are a lot of things that don't make sense," I tell him, and he raises his eyebrows, as if waiting for me to start asking.
"Why can normal werewolves break the bond if they too mark themselves in the mating ritual like we did?" I ask.
"Ah, that is easy…. You see, in fact it is not necessary to do it for a normal werewolf, I mean the part where they leave their marks on their mate’s neck, just mating is enough to seal the bond, however, that custom was acquired centuries ago when normal werewolves began to notice that the Lycan kings did it and they just imitated it, but it doesn't have to be that way, it's a very common misconception,” he replies with a smile.
"Do you have any other questions?" he adds.
"Yes, why do you think these sharp chest pains are different from the one I mentioned to you a few months ago, when I thought she was suffering?" I ask him, and he scratches his chin thoughtfully.
"Did you know that the Lycan kings could sense if their mates were doing something to damage the bond?" he tells me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask confused.
"Well, you know, when they cheated on their partners, when they lied to them or betrayed them, any of those actions that do not require inflicting pain on the partner personally and physically, but on the bond between them," he responds, and I frown.
“Are you saying that I am doing something to damage the bond? Well, we are at war, it is evident that we are both doing it, right?" I tell him, and he shakes his head.
"It may not be you but she who is damaging the bond," he replies, and I still don't understand.
"Your Majesty, she just got married, what is the first thing a newly married couple does?" he asks me with a sympathetic expression, and I feel my stomach turn immediately.
"Are you telling me that every time I have felt pain it's because she… they…?" I try to ask the question, but the bile in my throat makes me shut my mouth for fear of throwing up right here on the doctor's desk.
"It's possible, but I can't say for sure, again, it's just a theory," he replies, and I feel disgust being quickly replaced by anger.
"Doctor, how can I break the bond for good?" I ask him, because I know that I will not be able to bear it any longer, knowing every time that she is f*cking with that asshole or with anyone else, I would rather die than continue feeling it.
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