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Elira’s POV
“Please… just talk to me. Let me explain- that’s all I’m asking for,” he pleaded, wearing the same expression that would’ve melted me years ago.
My wolf snarled, urging me to walk away. But I knew he wouldn’t stop unless we finally cleared the air between us. And honestly… curiosity gnawed at me. What could he possibly want now? He loved Monica. Maybe he wanted me to file for divorce so he could marry my sister N
I didn’t say a word. I just left the door open and stepped back. He followed me inside.N
I stopped in the living room and glanced over my shoulder.N
“Stay there. I don’t need you getting everything wet,” I said flatly.N
He didn’t argue. He just stood there, drenched, looking like a sad, wet puppy waiting for scraps of affection.N
How could he show up like this after everything he did five years ago? He had to know I knew the truth. And still, he came here- for what?”
I shook my head, refusing to overthink it any further. Grabbing the phone, I called one of the hotel staff and asked them to bring a spare set of men’s clothes–pants, a shirt, some towels, and medicine.N
When the staff arrived, she left everything on the table and quietly slipped away.
“Change. We’ll talk tomorrow. You can sleep in the guest room,” I said without looking at him.N
Theard him murmur a quiet “thank you” as I walked away.N
Back in my room, I hung my damp coat and changed out of my wet nightdress. Exhaustion settled into my bones, and my wolf growled in disapproval at everything I was doing.N
Lignored her, climbed into bed, and shut my eyes.N
I realized then–I hadn’t told Lucas where the guest room was.N
He’d figure it out.N
When morning came, I went straight to the kitchen. Breakfast was already prepared by the staff, and for a moment, I almost forgot about everything–until my wolf reminded me.N
About Lucas.N
Right.
I needed to end whatever this was.N
After eating, I headed toward the guest room, but froze when I saw him lying on the living room couch.
Asleep.N
Murmuring something under his breath.N
Did he catch a fever?N
! stepped closer, instinctively reaching out–but stopped midway.N
No, I told myself.N
I started to pull my hand back, but suddenly, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
I stiffened at the unexpected warmth radiating off him–he was burning up.
He was still asleep, whispering my name.N
My brows furrowed, and I tried to pull away, but he yanked me toward him.N
“Lucas!” ! snapped, anger flaring as his arms wrapped around me.N
He didn’t let go.
So I slapped him–hard enough to jolt him awake.N
His grip loosened, eyes blinking in confusion.
“Don’t ever do that again,” I warned coldly. “Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”N
His pale face shifted into something unreadable as he leaned back against the couch.N
“Why are you sleeping here? I told you to use the guest room,” I said calmly, sitting on the opposite couch.
“I didn’t know where it was,” he muttered, disappointment flickering in his eyes.
I frowned. That wasn’t an excuse–he could’ve found it if he wanted to. My mind drifted back to the past, to the nights I’d find him passed out in the pack’s drawing room after long days. I’d always wake him, telling him to sleep in his room. He’d laugh, kiss me, thank me for caring
But that was a lifetime ago–something that would never return.
No matter how much he might want it to.
“You need to eat before we talk. The dining area’s over there,” I said, pointing in its direction. “I’m sure you won’t get lost this time.“@
He stood up slowly. “Did you eat?”
“I’m done,” I replied flatly. “I’ve got things to do. Once you’re finished, we’ll talk.”
I turned toward the door.”
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“Thank you, Elira,” he said softly as I left.”
When I came back, he was sitting on the couch, waiting.
I tried–really tried–to see if I felt anything for him. Any remnants of what we once had.}
But there was nothing.”
He stood when he saw me, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he said.
I didn’t respond. His gaze dropped to the passport in my hand.}
Before he could ask, I sat across from him and cut him off.”
“Tell me.”
“Are you leaving?” he asked, voice hésitant.{}
“That’s none of your business.” My tone was ice. “So? What did you want to talk about? If there’s nothing, you should leave. The rain’s stopped.””
He stared at me for a long moment–disappointment swirling in his eyes. Eventually, his gaze dropped to the floor.
I stood, ready to leave, when his voice broke through the silence.}
“I’m sorry, Elira. For everything I’ve done. I’m… sorry.”
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