Chapter 132
Go to Francesco Point of View:
The darkness that surrounded Francesco Totti that night was thick and quiet, far too quiet for a man who was used to hearing the whispers of the forest, the distant rustle of leaves, the heartbeat of the pack.
He laid on the couch beside Ellaine’s bed, her breathing soft and even, her skin pale beneath the soft moonlight filtering through the window. But sleep refused to come to him–until it did. And when it came, it pulled him into something far deeper than mere dreams.
In his sleep, Francesco found himself standing in the middle of a vast, open meadow bathed in silver light.
The moon was full, larger than he’d ever seen, casting an ethereal glow over everything it touched. The air shimmered with magic. There was peace here—yet something sorrowful lingered in the breeze.
He turned, sensing a pull, a force that guided his steps.
The scent of wildflowers and something unmistakably familiar–lavender and honey–hit his senses, and he knew.
Ellaine…?
He saw her then.
She stood near the edge of a crystal–clear lake, her back to him, hair flowing like midnight silk, the silver light catching the strands and making her glow.
She wore a simple white dress, and her bare feet kissed the grass as she stepped forward, ever so slowly, as if afraid the world would break
beneath her.
His heart ached.
“Ellaine…”
She turned. Her eyes met his. Those brilliant, stormy eyes–haunted, tired, but still carrying the quiet strength he had come to admire. And
there, beside her, stood something that made his wolf stir with both reverence and awe.
Mika.
The she–wolf was magnificent, made of stardust and shadows, her fur shimmering with ancient power. Her eyes were the same as Ellaine’s. No, they were Ellaine’s. The connection was undeniable.
Francesco could not speak.
He tried to step forward, but the ground beneath him shimmered like water, keeping him rooted in place. He reached out, but his fingers only brushed the air. Mika gave a small growl, not of warning but of command. Then, with a glance at Ellaine, she disappeared into the moonlight.
Ellaine stepped closer.
“She’s not ready,” she whispered, her voice carried on the wind. “But I will be.”
His chest tightened. “Come back… please.”
Tears welled in his eyes. Her voice; her presence–it was real. It wasn’t just a dream. It was a message.
She lifted her hand slowly, palm facing him.
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He mirrored the motion.
Though they couldn’t touch, warmth spread from her gesture–warmth that flooded his chest and drove away the aching cold that had lived
in him since her collapse.
And then she smiled.
A soft, knowing smile.
You came, that smile said.
You waited.
And that is enough.
The dream began to shatter like breaking glass. The lake faded. The moonlight dimmed. Her smile lingered until the end.
Francesco awoke with a sharp breath, his lungs pulling in air like it was the first he’d ever tasted.
He was still on the couch. Still in her room.
His head had fallen beside her hand, close but not quite touching.
She lay as she had before–peaceful, unmoving, breathing with soft, steady rhythm. But something had changed. He felt it in the air, in the
energy around her. She had reached out to him.
He looked at her for a long moment, heart pounding.
He reached out, instinctively trying to cup her cheek, to confirm it all–but his hand paused mid–air.
Still, she smiled in her sleep.
And it was enough.
“You came…” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. A single tear slid down his cheek. For the first time in weeks, a fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You came back. Even if only for a moment.”
She would return.
He believed it now more than ever.
Then the mind–link snapped through his thoughts.
“Alpha… I’m sorry. You need to come quickly to the warrior ward.”
Beta Alfonso’s voice was calm but urgent.
Francesco blinked at the clock. 11:30.
He cursed under his breath. He had meant to join them an hour ago.
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
He rose swiftly, taking one last glance at Ellaine before leaving the room with measured steps. Audrey and Lira stood guard nearby. He gave them a nod, and they understood.
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Then, another voice.
Ellaine’s brows furrowed. A woman’s voice?
“Who?” she whispered.
Anastasia gave a dry chuckle. “A young Alpha’s daughter. Foolish and arrogant. She thinks she can take Francesco from you.
Ellaine sighed. “Of course.”
Her gaze returned to Mika, still fighting to heal. Her body had absorbed too much poison, too much wolfsbane. Her recovery was slow.
Anastasia knelt beside Mika and gently stroked her fur. “It depends on her. When she heals, you can return.”
Ellaine nodded and knelt beside her. “Then I’ll stay. As long as she needs.”
Anastasia tapped her shoulder. “Francesco won’t falter. Not even if that woman stands naked in front of him.”
Oh God, really?!
Ellaine groaned, pouting. “Don’t give me that image.”
Anastasia laughed. “It’s true. You’re the only one he sees.”
Ellaine glanced toward the sky again, feeling the pull of his voice. His longing.
She placed her hand over Mika’s chest. “Then I’ll fight to come back. For him.”
And for the world that needed healing.
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