Chapter 95

Chapter 95

"That stupid, soft-hearted boy!" She scowled and examined me from head to toe. Even when you weren't with him, his love for you never wavered. I predicted that it would lead to his demise." She appeared dissatisfied with me, and her admission of my brother's emotions surprised me.

Did we even discuss the same individual? It wrenched in my stomach—the maternal devotion she had for my mountain of a brother. Time has robbed us of the closeness that had characterized our relationship.

"One potion, but you will have to pay for it." With a firm voice, she stated as she turned to leave her house, holding the door wide for me.

I took a deep breath and followed her inside her home, my heart racing as I made my way down the tiny corridor that opened up into a large, open space. She was picking items from her shelves quickly and putting them on the table in the center of the space.

"Breaking a mate bond is no easy feat." "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" she asked absentmindedly. Her wild motions stopped for a few moments as she raised her head to face me.

"Death is close to me; I can feel it. I don't want him to have to endure the pain of losing a mate, not after everything I have done." The conviction in my remarks made her frown.

"You are too young to be saying words like those." She withdrew her hands from the task at hand and wiped them on her garments before placing them by her sides.

She appeared to be more interested in what I had to say than in hurrying me out of here.

"I am living on borrowed time because you saved me when I should have died all those years ago. It was wrong to give me a partner." Her features twisted as she stepped to the opposite side of the room, grabbed a glass jar, and slammed it down on the table, forcing it to fracture. I recoiled in fear.

"Bullshit!" She yelled. "Your brother also approached me with a self-loathing monologue; why are you both so certain that you deserve the worst? Have you ever given that much thought and truly examined its underlying principles?" She came over to me. "Are you interested in my opinion? I believe you are afraid, fearful of the prospect of love since your mother was a shy child and taught you that you are not deserving of it." Her hand came to cup my cheek, and I let out a weak breath.

She had been more of a mother to me at this moment than my real mother, despite her reluctance.

"Kylie, have you ever been harmed by your partner, or are you simply allowing your mother to triumph?" She was correct, but the words were meaningless; they wouldn't stop me from hurting him, nor could they stop the anguish.

"Please, can you just make me the potion?" She stared directly into my eyes for a moment without moving. She moved back to the table after catching a tear that was sliding down my cheek with her finger.

"Your scent is familiar; are you mated to a wolf from around here?" She tilted her head and stopped as I nodded.

"I've been hearing whispers that the wolf king has found his mate." As she moved to remove some herbs from their pots on her windowsill, she whispered to herself.

I had come here for more reasons than just the potion.

I was twitching with my hands, nervous about the response she would offer to the query I had in mind.

"My magic," I whispered. "Is there a way you can bind it for me again?"

Her eyes darted to mine, fierce and pointed.

"Your magic is your right; I should never have bound it for you in the first place."

However, you would die if you repeated the action. Your magic hadn't properly attached itself to you when you were younger, but now that it's been latent inside of you, it's managed to attach itself to your very being. Your magic is too strong to be once again subdued." I felt the words sink like boulders into my chest, just as I'd expected she would say something along those lines.

This magic was the source of all my suffering, and although she believed it to be strong, I felt helpless in the face of it.

I observed her as she kept muttering to herself while boiling and grinding ingredients. She started tearing apart chunks of something I couldn't identify, and then she cast her spell, causing the liquid to sparkle. She filled two tiny vials with it, but before I could take them from her, she shot me a gloomy glance.

"Nothing can undo this magic, so if you do end up using it, you should have no doubts in your mind." I reached for them again, my hands trembling. "All you have to do is add them to a cup of tea; the spell should not be detectable by him." When the mating bond retracts, you'll both feel it; it hurts." As I attempted to remove them from her hands, my heart felt heavy.

"Ah, ah—you still have to pay me." I didn't mind the wicked expression in her eyes. All I wanted to do was grab the vials and head out.

"What do you want?"

"Just a little bit of your power; it has been calling to me ever since you stepped onto my property." My mother was the only person who had ever seized my power, and she had always done so with great force, so my heart skipped a beat.

"On one condition." She motioned for me to continue. "If Kyle comes here asking for the same thing, you won't give it to him." She scoffed, as though my comments were absurd.

"I would never give that boy something that could ruin his happiness; you have my word on that." I could feel the strength she was taking away from me as she grasped my hand and began to trace patterns against my palm.

And when everything was over, she shooed me out of her house somewhat rudely.