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Jenny pov

I stressed on every word coming out of my mouth, "Get out, Zachary.” I repeated over and over, and the aches in my chest became squeezes, I couldn't hold myself straight. My legs weakened; I lost the ability to breathe as if I was going to lose my consciousness.

But I insisted, I opened the door, and he stroked out of the room without commenting or saying a single word.

I shut the door behind him and slide down on my knees, crying heavily, trying to get back to my normal breathing. But it was impossible; I needed fresh air to fill my blocked lungs.

Losing him was not easy; he was my real mate. Every day passed by; I became sure I was meant to be his, and he was meant to be mine. Like one heart, one body that was the meaning of the mating bond.

But he was so high— could the ground reach the sky? Obviously, no.