BOUND BY FATE: ENTANGLED WITH MR HELL - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

Matilda's POV
The night air felt cold against my skin, but it couldn’t match the chill crawling down my spine.
From the balcony of my chambers, I watched it happen.
Bryant.
He lifted Rosa in his arms like she was a delicate flower. Like she mattered. Like he loved her.
I gripped the iron railing so hard my knuckles whitened. The moon bathed the garden in silver, mocking me. The same moon that was supposed to guide mates to each other. The same moon that had cursed me with a bond that felt more like a punishment than a blessing.
I should be the one he carried.
I should be the one whose scent soothed his sleep.
I had done everything right. Everything.
The mate bond elixir should have sealed it. The ritual, the potion—the whispers of old magic. I paid the price. I silenced the Priestess. I gave Bryant every chance to love me.
And still...
His eyes followed Rosa. His arms reached for her. His soul refused to let go of her.
I turned from the balcony, my silk robe flowing behind me like shadows clinging to my anger. I paced the room, heart thundering in my chest. Bea, my wolf, stirred restlessly in my reflection.
> "You said he would be ours," I muttered.
Bea's eyes met mine through the mirror. "He is. But fate is a thread tangled in choices. Rosa… she’s not supposed to be in this weave."
> "Then why does he still crave her?"
Bea didn’t answer.
I hated how quiet she became when I needed her the most.
I threw my goblet of wine across the room, shattering the crystal and spilling red liquid across the marble floor. Like blood. Like a warning.
Rosa had to go. Not just out of Bryant’s heart. Out of the palace. Out of existence.
But this time, it couldn’t be loud. Not like the last time. Bryant had saved her. Again.
No, this time it had to be quiet.
Untraceable.
I turned to the chest tucked under my vanity. Inside it were old scrolls, letters from witches, dark recipes... and secrets.
Secrets of how to sever a mate bond.
Secrets of how to bend one.
I lifted the parchment with trembling fingers, reading the faded ink under my breath. I would find the one who wrote this. Even if it meant leaving the palace for a while.
But before that...
Bryant needed to see me.
He needed to see the version of me that was soft. Deserving. Loving.
I would remind him of our bond. Make him feel guilty. Make him remember what he was walking away from. And when he finally crumbles, I will be the only one left standing beside him.
Rosa’s days are numbered.
Let the moon bear witness.
Let fate try to interfere.
Because this time...
I’ll be writing the ending myself.