#Chapter 75 - Unbonded

Ethan's POV The air was thick with tension as I stepped into the room where Isabella was waiting. Her scent, once so familiar and grounding, felt foreign now – a bittersweet reminder of what had been and what would never be again. My wolf paced uneasily, the last tendrils of our bond with her barely hanging on, but I pushed him to focus. We needed closure, and this was the only way. Isabella turned as I entered, her eyes lighting up with what I recognized as a practiced charm. She wore the same soft expression that had once melted me body and soul, but now it only made my stomach churn. “Ethan,” she said, her voice lilting as if we were picking up where we left off. “You look well.” I crossed the room slowly, keeping my distance. “Isabella.” She studied me, her gaze dipping as though she expected me to falter. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” she began, her tone coaxing. “We’re Fated Mates. That connection doesn’t just disappear. We could try again, Ethan. We dese