If only Enzo knew that things would only get worse and never get better, maybe he would have listened to Lucien that night. Maybe he would have gone after her, maybe he would have fought harder to fix things before they reached this point… but we would never know, because he never did.
The days that followed were filled with celebration, but Enzo found no happiness in any of it. The palace was filled with laughter, music, and excitement, yet he felt completely empty.
He tried everything he could to get closer to his mate. He tried speaking to her, spending time with her, and finding any opportunity to bridge the distance between them, but every attempt ended the same way.
Elara continued to ignore him.
Every step he took toward her was met with another wall, another cold expression, another reminder that even though they were mates, she was not accepting him.
And it was slowly breaking him.
