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Tyler's POV I took a long swig of bourbon, the fiery liquid burning down my throat. The room felt emptier without Danielle's presence, and the weight of my own conflicting emotions hung heavily in the air. My suave confidence seemed to waver, revealing a vulnerable side that I rarely let anyone see. I stared into the amber liquid, contemplating the mess I found myself in. Mate bonds were supposed to be straightforward, right? But here I was, tangled in a situation that felt like a love triangle straight out of a soap opera. "Deserve her? Hell, I don't even know if I deserve a second chance," I muttered to myself, a rare moment of honesty breaking through my usual bravado. The bourbon offered a temporary escape, but the questions lingering in my mind refused to be drowned. With a frustr