Damien's POV:
The moment I stepped out of the room, the weight of everything hit me like a sledgehammer. Leslie didn't remember me. She didn't remember anything. The mate bond—gone. The love, the pain, the connection we had built—it was as if it never existed.
I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair, my chest tightening with a mix of grief and anger. How had it come to this? Revina's words still echoed in my ears. Both bonds are severed. The thought sent a wave of fury coursing through me. She had taken that from us, from me. How could she do this?
But then, as I stood there, another thought began to creep in, quiet at first, like a whisper at the back of my mind. This could be a chance.
