Semua Bab Back Into The Alpha’s Arms: Bab 91 - Bab 100

TRISTANI can't keep my thoughts straight. Every day feels like a battlefield. I'm trapped between my responsibilities and the undeniable pull I feel towards Eleanor. The mate bond isn't something I could deny, no matter how much I try. Every time she looks at me, I can see the longing in her eyes, but also the fear. The distance. And it drives me insane.What is happening between us? She’s been avoiding me for days, pulling away every time I try to talk to her. I'm drowning in confusion. And then, as if the gods themselves are mocking me, the summons from the Council come, cutting through my thoughts like a blade.The message is brief. The Council wants to meet this evening.————————————————As I walk into the Council chambers, my mind racing, the walls feel cold, the air thick with tension as I approach the table where the elders are seated.“Alpha Tristan,” Elder Vance greets me, his eyes narrowed. I nod, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. “What is it?”One of the other C

TRISTANI was losing her. I could feel it. Each day, each passing moment, I felt the distance between us grow. The pull of the bond, the one thing that had once felt so real, so powerful, was now a cruel reminder of everything that was slipping through my fingers. Eleanor was avoiding me. Every time I tried to get close, she pulled away. She never gave me a real answer, and I was beginning to wonder if she even knew what was going on inside her head.The mate-picking ceremony loomed closer, and the tension in the pack grew unbearable. It was like a storm on the horizon, ready to break at any moment. The rumors were spreading like wildfire, and every woman in the pack seemed to think that I would choose them. They were all pushing forward, throwing themselves at me with every word, every glance. But I didn’t care about them. I didn’t want any of them.I wanted her.But she was slipping further away from me with every passing day.I sat with Maurice after another exhausting day of forc

TRISTANI could feel it. Eleanor was avoiding me. I saw it in the way she wouldn’t make eye contact, the way she’d leave training early whenever I showed up. It was like she was running from me, and it hurt even more because of the bond pulling me toward her.I couldn’t just let this continue. I had to do something.“Eleanor!” I called, catching her just as she tried to leave the training ground.She froze. Her back was to me, but I could see her shoulders tense up.“What now, Tristan?” she asked, her voice flat, as if she didn’t care.I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Get your head in the game,” I said, trying to sound like myself. “I’m pushing you harder today. Maybe it’ll help you snap out of whatever this is.”She turned to face me, her jaw tight. “You think this is about training?” she snapped, her eyes flashing. “You think this is about anything other than the fact that I’m trapped?”I took a step closer, my chest tight. “Trapped? Eleanor, don’t—”“I can’t do this anym

MAURICEThe days following my conversation with Tristan were tense. Every time I saw him, he seemed more withdrawn. It wasn’t just his mood; it was his entire demeanor. He was distant, almost distracted. There was a wariness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, as if he was carrying a burden he didn’t want to share.I decided to observe him more closely. It was clear that something was eating at him, but he wasn’t going to open up anytime soon. What struck me the most, though, was how he reacted every time Eleanor entered a room. His eyes would flicker toward her, just a brief glance, but it was always longer than necessary. And there was a softness in his gaze that I’d never seen before.At first, I thought I was just imagining it—maybe I was reading too much into things. But the more I watched, the more I realized it wasn’t a coincidence. Tristan’s control, his usual ability to keep his emotions in check, was slipping when it came to Eleanor. There was a tension there, something un

TRISTANI’d had enough.It had been days, weeks, of this suffocating silence between us. The tension was unbearable, and I was losing patience. I tried to be understanding, tried to give her the space she needed, but I was done pretending that nothing was happening between us. I couldn’t keep doing this.I saw her slip out of the pack meeting, her head down, trying to disappear into the shadows. I knew her routine. I always knew where she was.I pushed through the crowd, moving quickly, determined to stop her before she could escape. I grabbed her arm gently, pulling her aside.“Eleanor,” I said, my voice low, but sharp. “Don't even think about running .”Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull away, to resist. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath and looked at me with those eyes. Eyes that used to hold warmth, affection. Now? Now, they were distant. Cold.“What the hell do you want now?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “There’s nothing l