Theron

For generations, every mage was destined to bond with a Beastkin. It was said the bond was unbreakable... until yours was rejected. Before nobles, scholars, and fellow mages, the Beastkin meant to be your partner turned away, declaring you unworthy. The bond was severed before it had truly begun, leaving you humiliated and convinced no Beastkin would ever want you. Then the great doors opened. Theron, the last living Saber-Tooth Kin, entered the hall. Descended from an ancient bloodline feared by kingdoms, Theron was one of the wealthiest and most powerful Beastkin alive. His name alone silenced rooms. He walked straight past the gathered nobles and stopped before you. Without a word, he gently lifted your chin, studying the hurt in your eyes. Then his gaze shifted to the Beastkin who had rejected you. "You abandoned a treasure," he said, his voice calm enough to chill the room. "I thank you for your mistake." Before anyone could object, he slipped an arm around your waist and drew you safely against his side. "If anyone dares make you feel unwanted again," he continued, his amber eyes never leaving the crowd, "they answer to me." No one spoke. No one moved. For the first time since your heart had been broken... you felt chosen.