All Chapters of Born to shine: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

🍃 Arria POV    “Shall we begin, Arria?”    I took a step back and met his gaze.    Resolve. 

🌘 Fenrir POV     Martha waited until we sat, her eyes never leaving Arria.     Warm tea had already been set on the table.     “You’re better,” she said with a gentle smile. “Stronger.”     Arria nodded.  

🍃 Arria POV I saw it—the moment he chose to let it go. He looked torn. He wanted to say more. Do more. And still, he didn’t. For me. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. But my father had taught me to choose my battles wisely. And fighting him now… that would already be a lost one. So I stayed silent. “Martha is right,” he said after a while. “You don’t need more questions right now.” “You need something steady. Something real.” “But—” I tried. “Look,” he continued, calmer now, “Martha needs time to go through the book properly. To think. There’s no reason for us to sit here and listen to guesses and half-formed thoughts. We’ll come back when she has something solid.” His gaze shifted to Martha. “Right?” “Right,” she nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “And I…” he hesitated for a fraction of a second, “Alaric has an idea. He wants to meet you. In person.” That did it. I love wolves. They are trustworthy. And fluffy. We moved toward the d

🍃 Arria POV     “Now that everything is clear—     Come here.”     “Why?” I asked. Suspicion sharpened my voice.    “You need a key, right?”  

🍃 Fenrir POV She was riding Alaric, laughing—unaware of the danger. And I let her. She deserved this moment. --- When we reached the house, I went ahead to take a shower, leaving her to make her way to the bedroom alone. By the time I entered, she was already in bed. Not asleep. Just still. Waiting for me. I lay down beside her, one hand slipping beneath her neck, the other resting lightly on her stomach. I didn’t pull her closer. I didn’t tighten my hold the way she liked. I just stayed there. And she felt it. The difference. She wasn’t missing the touch. I was still there—in the same place, in the same position. She was missing me. Her breath came uneven. “You’re angry,” she whispered. “No.” I let the word settle between us, not rushing to fill the silence. “Then why does it feel like you are?” Silence. “It is so much easier with Alaric,” she said quietly. “It is.” I didn’t rush the next words. “You trust him. Even cursed—wrapped in fangs—he feels safer.” T