Chapter <b>48 </b>
Skye’s POV
“It’s simply a formalization of what you’ve already agreed to, Nadia replied defensively. If you truly have no interest in Adrian, signing this should be no problem.”
<b>I </b>shook my head, crumpling the paper slightly as my grip tightened.
“No. Absolutely not. I refuse to sign this ridiculous agreement!
Nadia’s eyes widened with genuine surprise. She clearly hadn’t expected outright refusal.
“So you do have feelings for him,” she used, her voice hardening.
“This has nothing to do with my feelings orck thereof for Adrian,” I countered. “This is about respect and autonomy. I won’t be controlled like this, Nadia. Not by you, not by anyone. I handed the crumpled paper back to her. “If you don’t trust my word, that’s your problem, not mine.
Nadia stared at the rejected agreement in her hand, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought she might argue further, but instead, she carefully refolded the paper and tucked it away.
“You’ve changed,” she said quietly.
“Yes, I agreed, surprised by my own confidence<b>. </b>“I have.<b>” </b>
When she finally spoke again, her voice carried a brittle edge.
“You don’t understand what’s <b>at </b>stake here<b>,</b><b>” </b>she said. “<b>You’ve </b>been in our pack for what–three <b>weeks</b><b>? </b><b>I’ve </b>stood beside Adrian for <b>years</b><b>. </b>I’ve <b>watched </b>him build this pack from nothing, sacrifice everything for it.” Her dark eyes shed with something raw and painful<b>. </b><b>“</b>And <b>now </b>you just waltz in<b>, </b><b>and </b>suddenly<b>… </b>
Her words trailed off, but her meaning <b>was </b>painfully clear.
“Nadia,” I said gently, “if you truly love Adrian, why don’t you tell him<b>? </b>You should be talking to him about <b>your </b><b>feelings</b>, not trying to <b>control </b>my interactions with him.”
She recoiled as if I’d struck her<b>, </b>color flooding her cheeks<b>. </b>“How dare you-*
“It’s obvious,” I continued calmly. “You’ve loved him for years, <b>haven’t </b>you?”
For a moment, I thought she might deny it or storm out. Instead, she sank onto the edge <b>of </b><b>my </b>sofa, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Does it matter?<b>” </b>she asked bitterly. “He doesn’t see me that way. <b>He </b>never has<b>.</b>”
I moved to sit beside her, careful to maintain enough distance that she wouldn’t feel crowded. ‘Have you ever told him <b>how </b>you <b>feel</b><b>?</b>”
Sheughed, a hollow sound devoid of humor. “And risk everything <b>we’ve </b>built? The pack needs me as his Beta, not as some rejected, lovesick fool. She shook her head. “Maybe that’s the difference between you and me. I’m not selfish enough to risk the stability of our pack for my own desires.”
The usation hit me like a physical blow. “Selfish?”
“<b>Yes</b>, selfish,” she repeated, rising to her feet with <b>renewed </b>fire. “You think I <b>haven’t </b>noticed how you look at him? How he looks at you? But <b>what </b>happens when he finds his actual mate? Where does that leave you<b>–</b>or more importantly, where does that leave our pack when you fall apart?” She moved toward th door, pausing with her hand on the knob<b>. </b><b>‘</b><b>At </b>least I know my <b>ce</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
With that final barb, she <b>was </b>gone, the door mming behind her with enough force to rattle <b>the </b>pictures on my <b>wall</b>.
I stood frozen in ce, her words reverberating in my mind. Selfish. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that usation. <b>Leon </b><b>had </b><b>said </b><b>the </b><b>same </b><b>thing </b><b>just </b>
before I left Frostshadow Pack.
Had anything really changed? Here <b>I </b>was, <b>three </b><b>years </b><bter</b><b>, </b>in a different pack with different wolves<b>, </b><b>yet </b>somehow still <b>facing </b>the <b>same </b><b>criticism</b>.
<b>Chapter </b><b>48 </b>
<b>The </b>rest of <b>my </b>Saturday passed in a haze of self doubt, Nadia’s wounded expression and bitter words <b>reying </b>in <b>my </b><b>mind </b><b>no </b>matter how I <b>trie </b>myself. I cleaned my small apartment thoroughly, reorganized my meager possessions, and even attempted to read<b>, </b>but nothing <b>could </b>silence t question: Was <b>I </b>truly selfish?
Evening brought no relief from my troubled thoughts. When my phone rang, I almost didn’t answer, fearing it might be Nadia with more recrimination Instead, Adrian’s name shed across the screen, sending an unexpected flutter through my chest.
“Hello? 1 answered, trying to sound normal despite the day’s emotional turmoil.
“Skye, his deep voice came through the line, warm and assured. ‘I’ve been thinking about something you mentionedst night–about wanting to see the canyon under the stars.”
My pulse quickened. “Oh?”
“Next month, after youplete yourbat training assessment, I’d like to take you there<b>. </b><b>As </b>a reward, if you pass.” There was a hint of challenge in his tone, as if daring me to refuse.
For a moment, I was tempted to ept without hesitation. The <b>prospect </b><b>of </b>exploring the desert night with Adrian was undeniably appealing. But Nadia’s usations echoed in my mind, dampening my enthusiasm.
“That sounds wonderful,” <b>I </b>said carefully, “but didn’t Ryder mention wanting to <b>go </b>too? We should bring <b>him </b>along.”
There <b>was </b>a long silence on the other end of the line–<b>so </b>prolonged that I wondered if <b>the </b><b>connection </b>had been lost.
“Adrian? Hello? Are you still there?”
The only response was a soft click, followed by the dial tone.
<b>I </b>stared at my phone in disbelief. Had he just… hung up on me? Over the <b>suggestion </b>of including Ryder? The reaction seemed disproportionate<b>, </b><b>almost </b>childishing from someone <b>as </bposed as Adrian typically was.
Later that night, as Iy in bed staring at the ceiling, my wolf stirred <b>restlessly </b>in my mind<b>, </b>her <b>presence </b><b>more </b>distinct than usual.<fnb9dd> Follow current nov?ls on Find_Novel(.</fnb9dd>
Why did you push him away? she seemed to ask, her frustration bleeding into my <b>consciousness</b>. You don’t actually have feelings for the young <b>one</b><b>. </b>
Ryder’s like an annoying little brother,” I murmured aloud to the empty room. “Of <b>course </b><b>I </b>don’t have feelings for him.”
Then why sabotage a night alone with Adrian?
I had no good answer. Was I trying to respect Nadia’s feelings? <b>Or </b>was I simply afraid of acknowledging my own growing attraction to Adrian–an attraction that couldn’t lead anywhere productive, given that neither <b>of </b><b>us </b>was the other’s mate<b>? </b>
My wolf said, “No matter who your Second Chance mate might be, they won’t be better than Adrian<b>, </b>she insisted with surprising vehemence. Perhaps if you let him mark you, there would be no need for a Second Chance mate at all<b>.</b>”
“Stop,” I whispered, pressing my palms against my <b>eyes</b><b>. </b>That’s not how it works. <b>We’re </b>not meant to be together that way<b>.</b>”
My wolf subsided with a disgruntled rumble.
I shook my head, forcing my thoughts in a more productive direction. What mattered now was passing <b>next </b>month’sbat <b>assessment</b>. After Nadia’s confrontation today, I had no doubt she would scrutinize my performance with <b>merciless </b>attention to detail.
I needed to be prepared–more than prepared. I needed to be perfect.
Rolling onto my side, I made a silent promise to <b>myself</b><b>: </b>tomorrow’s training would begin at dawn, with or without Nadia’s <b>supervision</b>.
wouldn’t give her any reason to call me selfish again.
<b>I </b>would earn my ce in this pack through dedication and hard work, proving once and for all that I belonged here that I deserved to be foe