Chapter 98 NOTES
Edeline
I just wanted to get away from all of them, escape her presence. I wanted to hurt her as much as she’d hurt me.
“Edeline, I get it… it was awful. Terrible for you to go through, and it was hard to watch. But you had the whole pack behind you, supporting you. I’m sorry for my wolf… he’s stronger now, and so am I. The attraction is unbearable, and seeing her belly grow is agony. I’m in pain, Edeline. It hurts so much.”
Seeing Nixx break down in tears was something I never expected. Yet here he was, sobbing uncontrollably beside me. My heart ached for him, understanding his pain all too well.
I pulled him into a tight embrace, forgiving him in that moment. Holding him close, I felt his tears soaking into my shirt. I whispered softly in his ear, “I understand, Nixx. I really do. It’s painful and frustrating, and we’re in a tough spot. But things might get better soon… just stay strong.”
That night, I ended up sleeping in Nixx’s room, curled up beside him like we used to when we were kids. We found comfort in each other’s presence. I managed to let go of the anger that had been building up because of his past actions. Stupid wolves… always acting on impulse. They’re to blame.
If we were human, none of this would have happened. Rational thought would have taken over. Instinct wouldn’t even be a factor. Our fate isn’t controlled by some mystical forces. All we have now is our courage. Our bravery.
…
I woke up to find that Nixx had already left. His scent was still faintly in the air, and the bed was warm, suggesting he’d just slipped away a few moments ago.
As I fumbled around on his pillow, I felt something crinkle. I flipped it over and found a note he’d left behind. Grabbing it eagerly, I unfolded the paper and began to read:
“Hey sis,
Just grabbed some breakfast to go. Got a few tasks to handle. There’s a bonfire tonight. Wanna go together? Could you invite Mirabelle and D? I’ll ask Jaz to join us.
Love,
Big Bubba! Sending you lots of love.”
A bonfire? When did that pop up?
I sighed in frustration and shut my eyes for a moment. Ugh, I forgot to mention Darius to him. He wouldn’t have any stories to brag about today since they would’ve fully recovered by now.
Tossing the blankets aside, I dashed to my room, but the usual aroma of bacon was missing. Guess my parents were caught up with work.
I didn’t let that slow me down. I slipped into the shower and quickly got ready. Following Mirabelle’s advice, I opted for black short shorts and a hot pink tank top with a slightly lower neckline, showing a hint of cleavage. I paired the look with black heeled booties, styled my hair, freshened up with some deodorant, and applied a light touch of makeup.
I actually enjoyed getting ready, even if it was a bit more daring than my usual cute outfits. Today, though, I wasn’t feeling particularly upbeat. My nerves were on edge.
The whirlwind of emotions had taken a toll on me. After chatting with Alpha William, I knew it was time to step out and show I wasn’t afraid or embarrassed by what had happened.
As I clacked down the stairs in my heels, I ended up in the kitchen, where I spotted a note on the island from Mom:
“My love,
Here are the herbal tea packets you’ll need. I added some to your hangover tea yesterday. Please drink the cup I left for you. We don’t need any more surprises right now.
Love,
Mom”
Her note made me uneasy. We really didn’t need more surprises...
I stuffed the tea bags into my back pocket and took the cup of herbal tea with me. The warm cup was soothing, and the floral taste was surprisingly pleasant. This was a new experience for me, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I’d also noticed a change in my body—my hips were curvier. And besides that, every guy I came across seemed repulsive.
Men are only good for one thing...
I crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash can as I headed out the door, keeping an eye out for Mirabelle. We definitely needed to have a chat.
…
Mirabelle was nowhere to be found at the pack house, but I did get a few appreciative nods from both the guys and the gals. They all seemed to see Percival as this dominant, powerful figure, and they thought I was supposed to be his destined partner.
Oh, how I wish that were true...
If my hunches are right, the idea of Tatiana Luna becoming material was way out of the question.
Feeling defeated, I trudged down the dusty road, passing by Alpha William’s private residence and heading toward Mirabelle's cozy cabin, nestled between the oracle’s place and Tatiana’s. As I caught sight of Tatiana’s cabin, where she lived with that unpleasant healer, I couldn’t hide my distaste.
Squinting against the sun, which momentarily blinded me before a cluster of poplar trees provided some shade, I thought I saw a pair of intense black eyes peering at me from a window. They vanished so quickly I wasn’t sure if they were real or just a trick of my imagination.
The healer...
Her name was Anita. She embraced her witch persona with pride—both she and Tatiana. Just a couple of witches. Or however you want to see it.
I climbed the steps to Mirabelle’s cabin and knocked lightly on the sturdy wooden door. She answered swiftly, looking exhausted and not quite herself. Her hair was a tangled mess, and fatigue was etched into her eyes.
Before I could even say a word, she pulled me inside and shut the door behind me. Her eyes were wide, and she pressed a finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet. I glanced around, noticing it was just the two of us. My bewilderment grew.