When Timothy woke up again, the evening sun was already casting a golden glow through the windows. He lowered his gaze slightly and saw that his injured right leg had been freshly bandaged. "Timothy, you're finally awake! Thank goodness! Hughie gave you some treatment and redressed your wound," I said, relieved. I brought over a glass of warm milk I had prepared earlier and held it near his lips. "You've been asleep for a few hours. Here, have some milk. He said you shouldn't eat anything too heavy just yet." "Why did you save me?" Timothy ignored the milk, turning his head away, and only spoke after a long pause. I hesitated for a moment but quickly masked it with a smile, pretending nothing had happened. "Because you're my destined mate—" "I'm not!" Timothy's furious roar filled the room. He turned and glared at me, his eyes burning red with anger. Timothy's POV: Yura. Why doesn't she understand? I'm just a nobody who is dirt poor, and now I'm crippled. Staying with me will only drag her down. I have already broken the bond with this foolish girl. I already severed our destined mate bond. Why is she still here? I clenched my jaw, forcing down the ache in my chest and the urge to pull Yura into my arms. Instead, I glared at her, as she stood there dumbstruck. "Haven't I already told you? We have nothing to do with each other anymore! I stood before the Moon Goddess herself and broke our bond. Why are you still here?" My voice grew louder, shaking with frustration. "Yura, how did I never realize how stubborn you are? "You're the heir to the Galehowl Pack, a spoiled, rich girl who's had everything handed to her on a silver plate. And me? I'm just a poor nobody. I was only interested in your money. What did you think you were?" My voice cracked as I forced out the cruel words. I made sure my expression was cold, ruthless—anything to push her away. However, my heart was tearing apart on the inside. Yura froze. I watched as emotions flickered across her face—joy, shock, then sorrow. Finally, she lowered her eyes and placed the glass of milk on the nightstand. "Timothy, you're in a bad mood right now. That's okay. I'll leave. The milk is here if you want it." Yura's POV: I walked out of the hotel. Feeling desolate, I had cried so much, but I stubbornly tilted my head back, forcing the tears to stay in my eyes. For days, I continued to visit Timothy in the hotel, making sure he ate and had everything he needed. But he remained cold, his words sharp and distant. Not once did he say anything kind to me. I didn't know what else to do. The effects of Timothy severing our bond had begun to sink in. A pain deeper than anything physical took hold inside me—an ache in my very soul. It was real. Was this my punishment for defying the Moon Goddess? If so, then let me bear this pain alone. Night after night, I sat at the bar, ignoring every werewolf who tried to start a conversation. With a bottle of whiskey in hand, I drank nonstop. I had no idea how much I had already consumed. But being drunk felt nice. Ryan's POV: When I walked into the bar with a few of my packmates, I immediately spotted Yura slumped over at the counter. She rested her head on her arm, staring at the empty glass in front of her, mumbling over and over again. "Timothy ... Timothy ... " The sight of her fragile figure halted me, causing a sharp pang in my chest. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up later," I told my friends before making my way toward her. She reeked of alcohol, her face flushed red from drinking. Even in her drunken state, she kept whispering his name. I sighed and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yura, you're drunk." "Huh? No, I'm not," she slurred, instinctively turning her head. When she saw me, she started giggling. Her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol, and she reached out, tugging at my sleeve. "Hey, Ryan. You're here too? Perfect. Drink with me!" She was determined. I had no choice but to sit beside her. "Here, cheers!" Yura poured another glass of whiskey and shoved it toward me. I didn't take it. Instead, I watched her with concern. I had heard about what happened between her and Timothy. But I never expected that in just a few days, she would look this broken. When she lifted her glass for another drink, I instinctively grabbed her wrist. "Yura, stop. You've had enough." "Let go! Just let go!" She snapped, shaking me off. Her voice was irritated, her words slurring together. "If you're really my friend, then drink with me. If not, then just leave me alone." With that, she tilted her head back and downed another large gulp. I sat there, watching her drown in the sorrow. My heart twisted painfully. Having the person you love sever your mate bond—how could anyone bear that? I turned to the untouched glass on the counter. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with an impulse. Without hesitation, I grabbed the glass and drank it all in one go. "I'll drink with you." Yura's eyes brightened at that. She grinned, lifting her glass to clink against mine. "Now that's more like it. Let's drink!"