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My gaze was fixed on them, unwavering and expectant, waiting for answers they seemed unwilling to give.
Their silence was unnerving, their gazes boring into me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The expressions on their faces were unreadable, blank masks hiding whatever thoughts churned beneath the surface.
A chill ran through my body, but I refused to let it weaken my resolve. I stood firm, rooted in place, refusing to show any si
Alora’s POV:My gaze was fixed on them, unwavering and expectant, waiting for answers they seemed unwilling to give.Their silence was unnerving, their gazes boring into me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The expressions on their faces were unreadable, blank masks hiding whatever thoughts churned beneath the surface.A chill ran through my body, but I refused to let it weaken my resolve. I stood firm, rooted in place, refusing to show any sign of the turmoil raging within me.“What do you think?” Kade finally spoke, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion, as though he was discussing the weather rather than the storm of a situation we found ourselves in.“I’m the one who asked a question,” I retorted, my voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.“Well,” he said, his tone casual yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of challenge, “we don’t hav
Alora’s POV:Retiring to my room, I sat down on the edge of my bed, my mind replaying every moment of the day.Each scene unraveled itself, refusing to give me peace. From the unsettling morning when I found them sprawled across my bed, to the breakfast incident where Kade’s leg brushed against mine under the table, every detail felt vivid and intrusive.My thoughts were a tangled mess.What was even happening to me? Why did I let them get away with such behavior? Why didn’t I stand my ground? By allowing it, I had inadvertently given them permission to keep toying with me. Did they think it was okay to mess with me just because of who they were?Frustration bubbled within me as I began pacing the room, trying to figure out what to do. My wolf stirred uneasily, as conflicted as I was. Just as I was about to scream into the void in sheer exasper
Alora’s POV:After slipping into the bathroom, I let the warm water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and fatigue. The scent of lavender soap filled the small, steamy space as I lathered it across my body, the bubbles glistening like tiny pearls.I spent a few extra moments enjoying the sensation, letting the gentle steam soothe my thoughts. After rinsing off, I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel, patting my skin dry as I stepped out. I walked over to my wardrobe, scanning the neatly arranged clothes. After a moment of deliberation, I picked a soft, pastel blue sundress. It hugged my figure lightly, the flowing fabric brushing against my knees.The neckline wasn’t too revealing, but it still had a touch of elegance to it. I brushed my hair, letting it cascade in loose waves around my shoulders. Once satisfied with my appearance, I gazed into the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I smi
Alora's POV:My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as my eyes locked on him. It was really him, standing there like some immovable force at the doorway.Alpha Mathias.His piercing gaze bored into me, his eyebrows furrowed as though he was trying to decipher every hidden thought in my mind.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly parched as I scrambled for words.“I can explain… it’s just…” My voice faltered, the words dying on my lips.My mind raced, desperate to form a coherent thought, but nothing came.I turned, almost instinctively, to the triplets for support. Surely, one of them would come to my rescue, but to my shock, the spot where they had laid just moments ago was empty.I blinked once. Twice.Were my eyes playing tricks on me? No, they were gone. Vanished without a trace.How had they disappeared so quickly? They were just here.“Are y
Alora’s POV: The thoughts were relentless, swirling in my mind like a storm that wouldn’t settle. I couldn’t help but question my actions. Maybe I had been too extreme in rejecting them. Nobody deserved rejection, especially not from the one they were fated to spend their life with. I knew the sting of rejection all too well, the ache of being unwanted, the void left behind by neglect. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, let alone my fated mates. The idea of hurting them made my chest tighten with guilt. They had left when they were eighteen, and I was only fifteen at the time. Back then, I had been too young to feel the mate bond fully. For werewolves, the bond only became apparent at eighteen, during the mating ceremonies designed to help newly awakened wolves find their destined partners. But the rumor from six years ago was still fresh in my memory—they hadn’t found their mate at the ceremony. Could that have been because of me? Could they have known back then,
Alora's POV:I spent the entire day tossing and turning on my bed, restlessness coursing through me like a relentless tide. Sleep eluded me, no matter how tightly I shut my eyes. Whenever I tried to focus on something else, their faces would intrude on my thoughts, flashing vividly in my mind like a haunting reminder of my earlier actions.Since the moment I had tried rejecting them earlier in the afternoon, my wolf had gone completely silent. Her withdrawal gnawed at me, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. Her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken, and it unsettled me deeply.A soft knock on my door broke through my turbulent thoughts. I pulled the duvet down from my face just as the door creaked open. Betty’s familiar figure stepped inside.“Dinner is ready,” she announced, her tone gentle but firm. I nodded in response, though my mind remained elsewhere.Dinner in the Darkwood household was always at 10 p.m. Finally, the day was drawing to a close. Perhaps a g







