Sage was signing the final stack of documents, his last required work for the day. He had initially wanted to take a break, but he had deliberately dragged himself to the office. He knew if he stayed home, his mind would be completely occupied with Katelyn’s thoughts, and he wanted a distraction.
After an hour, he finally finished signing the last file. He pressed the desk bell and instructed his assistant to collect the paperwork. "I’ll be leaving now," he stated simply.
The assistant gave a slight bow, gathered the files, and exited, leaving Sage alone. Sage quickly prepared himself and headed toward the VIP elevator.
As the elevator descended, his earlier distraction vanished, and the painful thoughts returned.
’She didn’t call me back. I really wished she would have. So, it’s truly over for us,’ he thought, the conclusion hitting him more than any punch or slap. ’She doesn’t want this matebond. I feel so angry and so painful.’ He clenched his jaw, battling the rush of grief and rejection. ’I truly wanted us to be together till our last breaths.’
Arriving at the ground floor, he walked with heavy steps to his parked car, got inside, and drove home.
Reaching his apartment, Sage mechanically inserted the passcode and opened the door. He walked in, shedding his shoes and slipping on his comfortable indoor slippers.
As he stepped into the living room, his weary eyes widened in shock. Katelyn was standing there, near the large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the city. A small trolley bag rested next to the sofa.
’Why couldn’t I get her scent?’ The realization struck him hard, a strange, disconcerting absence where her familiar, comforting scent should have been.
"How did you enter in?" Sage asked, his voice strained with surprise and confusion.
Katelyn slowly turned to face him, and his breath hitched. Her eyes were visibly swollen, as if she hadn’t had proper sleep. Although she had carefully applied makeup, he couldn’t ignore the subtle signs of exhaustion and distress, all of which confirmed that Katelyn did miss him.
"Why did you leave the palace?" Katelyn countered immediately, ignoring his question about how she gained entry to his apartment.
"Because you didn’t want me to stay," Sage replied. The lack of her scent was intensely unsettling. "I can’t get your scent. What have you done to yourself?" He furrowed his brows, taking a protective step closer to her.
"I took a potion made by the healer," Katelyn replied, confirming the reason for her missing scent. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. "You are a jerk, you know," she added, her voice thick with emotion.
"How?" Sage challenged. "You wanted to be free from my constant pestering. That’s what I did. I know you’ve come here to reject me. You don’t want me in your life since you think I’m not trustworthy. I have issues with my family." He forced himself to continue,
"I have told my father too, not to expect you to become my wife. I will always pray a good life for you. I hope you find a man, other than an Alpha, for you." He kept his voice calm, desperately trying to mask the devastation he felt. It was too hard to even look at her, so he averted his gaze from her, unable to stare at her and say these final words.

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