All Chapters of Saved by the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ElaineI couldn’t say a word.The crash of the door slamming shut left a heavy, palpable silence so thick I didn’t know how to respond to it. Arsel turned for a moment to take a deep breath, but the air was so charged with residual tension that the hairs on my arms stood on end. I stayed there, curled up on the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a bird trapped in a wicker cage.We were cut off from the rest of the world, but the image of those men—so imposing, so ready for a war that seemed to revolve around my own erased existence—made me feel small, a speck of dust in the midst of a hurricane.“Arsel…” I whispered, barely a whisper.He turned slowly. Upon seeing my face, his anger subsided considerably, and his golden eyes, once fierce, softened with a guilt that pained me to see.“Forgive me, my love,” he said, returning to my side. “They shouldn’t have barged in like that. I won’t let them scare you again.”“It’s not just them,” I managed to say, hugging myself. “It’s eve

ElaineSorine stayed pressed against my side as if my dress were a small wall shielding her from the world.I wouldn’t have moved for anything in the world; I didn’t even dare to, and several minutes passed that way.I didn’t want to scare her, nor did I want to ruin the moment with the wrong word; I didn’t want to be just another adult telling her that everything would be okay when clearly nothing was okay for her. So I simply wrapped my arm around her, with an almost absurd delicacy, and let the slightest weight of her head against my ribs teach me something my memory couldn’t bring back: the fact that I knew how to handle children.I know how to comfort a child, I thought clearly.It wasn’t an assumption, nor was it a nice idea born of a desire to be helpful. It was a physical certainty, ingrained in my bones. My body knew how to lean down, how to lower my voice, and how to make my hands gentle. My breathing matched Sorine’s without my even thinking about it. I inhaled slowly, exha

ElaineThe days that followed didn’t arrive like a raging storm.They arrived like breadcrumbs, small, warm, and scattered along an uncertain path that I didn’t know whether it was leading me toward my past or toward something completely new. Perhaps both.The truth was that life was just that, a strange creature with two heads, one looking toward what was lost and the other toward what could still be saved, when reality was the present.After the memory at school, Arsel didn’t let fear reorganize my life around confinement.Part of me expected him to take me back to the mansion, lock the doors, fill the hallways with guards, and look at me with that terrified Alpha expression that confused protection with a velvet-lined cage. But he didn’t. He stayed with me on the bench in the courtyard until I could breathe without trembling, then he accompanied me to Clara’s office and asked for water, tea, a blanket, and time.Time.No orders, no protocols.No crowd analyzing me as if I were a cr

ElaineI discovered that happiness wasn’t always a burst of excitement; sometimes it was a routine.A cup of tea served at the same time every day. Arsel’s hand brushed my back as he walked past my chair during breakfast. Selene asked me if I’d slept well without turning my answer into an interrogation. Tris burst in like a whirlwind to steal some sweet bread before practice. Liv showing up with reports that smelled of danger and fresh ink. Sorine saving a pretty stone for me every morning as if she were building, one by one, the physical proof that she wanted me close.All those things were joy, and I had grown accustomed to it with astonishing ease.Life began to take shape in Crescent with a delicacy that scared me to touch, but I gave myself to it without hesitation.Every morning I had breakfast with Arsel, sometimes in the great hall, sometimes on a small terrace overlooking the forest. He had discovered that I liked tart fruits, warm bread, and coffee with more milk than a resp

ArselI went to my office and wasn't surprised to find my parents there with Amelie and Zanders.The four of them were standing near my father’s portkey, and he looked at me seriously.“Good morning,” I said calmly.“Good morning, son." Mom said and kissed me on the cheek. “Amelie and Zanders are ready to leave. We were waiting to talk to you about something important.”Something isn’t quite right here, my wolf, Leo, said, on guard.“What’s going on?” I asked very carefully.My father’s gaze grew deeper and his cheeks turned red, so I knew the situation wasn’t going to please me.“We think you should explain to Elina what’s going on between the two of you,” my father said, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “She—”“Have you two lost your minds?” I asked bluntly, and my mother cursed under her breath. “She doesn’t remember her life; she’s traumatized without knowing it. She's learning to remember, and to tell her that she’s the woman of my life, both magically and—”“It’s not just t