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Chapter Thirty Five

Author: B . A Lumina
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 23:33:00

ELENA POV

I wake with a jolt.

The faint scent of Alex’s cologne clings to the sheets, and warmth surrounds me. My throat is dry, and my arms ache faintly. Blinking through the soft morning light streaming through the wide windows, I realize I’m no longer in that dark, freezing warehouse.

I’m back in the mansion, I am back in our bed.

Back… safe.

“Elena,” a soft voice whispers. I turn and find Alex sitting beside the bed, his eyes fixed on me. There’s a cut across his cheek and a bruise blooming beneath his jaw. He looks exhausted, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his eyes searching mine like he hasn’t stopped since we got back.

“You’re awake,” he says quietly, relief spilling into his voice.

I try to sit up, but he reaches forward quickly. “Hey, hey, slow down,” he murmurs, adjusting the pillow behind me and pulling the blanket up to cover my legs. “You’ve been out for hours.”

“What… happened?” My voice is barely a whisper, raw and strained.

His jaw clenches for a second before
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