Chapter 211
The scent of tension hung in the air as I tried to engage Ella in conversation throughout the day. However, every attempt was met with evasion, as she skillfully dodged my inquiries, leaving me perplexed and growing increasingly frustrated.
First, in the kitchen, amidst the hustle of pack members preparing meals, I approached Ella, a casual smile on my lips. "Hey, Ella, mind passing me that knife?"
Without sparing me a glance, she swiftly handed me the requested tool, her focus on the vegetables she was chopping. "Sure thing."
I tried to steer the conversation, "So, anything interesting happening today?"
Ella's responses were curt, her attention never fully on me. "Not really, just the usual."
Feeling the weight of her indifference, I let the kitchen encounter slide, attributing it to perhaps an off moment.
Later, in the laundry room, I found Ella folding clothes. Determined to break the pattern, I ventured, "Need a hand with that?"
She glanced at me briefly, then continued her task. "I've got it covered."
Undeterred, I persisted, "You've been avoiding me all day. What's going on?"
Ella remained silent, her actions meticulous. The tension thickened with unspoken words as she avoided eye contact, leaving me feeling shut out.
The garden, usually a place of tranquility, became another scene of evasion. As I approached Ella, who was tending to the vibrant flowers, I aimed for a casual conversation. "These flowers are beautiful. Do you know what they're called?"
Ella responded without turning to me, "They're daisies. Common knowledge."
Frustration simmered beneath the surface as I sought answers to the enigma that had become Ella's behavior. Determined to unravel the mystery, I pressed on, "Ella, why are you avoiding me? What did I do?"
She sighed, a hint of irritation in her voice, "I'm busy, Iris. Can we talk later?"
The continuous dodging heightened my frustration, leaving me with more questions than answers.
Finally, outside, in the open air where I hoped for a genuine conversation, I found Ella leaning against a tree, seemingly engrossed in her thoughts. I approached cautiously, "Ella, we need to talk. What's going on?"
She glanced at me, her expression guarded. "I told you, I'm busy."
Annoyance bubbled within me, the need for clarity escalating. "Busy or avoiding?"
Ella sighed, her irritation palpable. "Look, Iris, some things are better left unsaid. Just let it be."
I refused to back down, frustration boiling over. "I'm not letting it be. If you have an issue with me, at least have the decency to tell me."
Ella's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions, but she remained tight-lipped. The elusive answers left me feeling like an outsider, desperately trying to fit into a puzzle where some pieces were intentionally kept hidden.
As I sought Rya for insight, hoping she could shed light on Ella's avoidance, she met my gaze with a sympathetic expression. "Iris, only Ella can tell you what's bothering her. It's not my place to reveal."
My frustration reached its peak. "Why does everyone keep things from me? I'm part of this pack, too."
Rya's gaze softened, understanding the weight of my confusion. "Iris, patience. It takes time. Some things are delicate, and Ella might need her own time to open up. Trust the process."
Trust the process, the words echoed in my mind as I navigated the intricate dance of pack dynamics, feeling the weight of secrets pulling me into the shadows.
The air in the hallway hung heavy with tension as I stormed towards Ella's room, fueled by frustration and confusion. Ella, who I thought had become a friend, was avoiding me, and I couldn't tolerate the secrecy any longer. My knocks echoed through the corridor, unanswered, pushing me to my limit.
Fuming, I redirected my steps toward Roman's office. Maybe I would visit him for a bit just to cool down a bit hopefully by the time I'm done seeing my mate my head would be clear and more calm then I can have a civilised conversation with Ella.
Approaching Roman's door, I hesitated for a moment, debating whether I should intrude on his pack affairs. The urgency of the situation propelled me forward, and I swung the door open without a second thought.
My heart plummeted at the sight that greeted me.
Ella, standing close to Roman, her voice strained with a longing I hadn't anticipated. "Roman, please. I can't pretend anymore. I miss you. I miss us. Just one more kiss."
The world around me seemed to freeze as the weight of Ella's confession sunk in. The vulnerability in her words contradicted the strong, composed woman I thought I knew. Roman's expression, caught between surprise and hesitation, mirrored my own shock.
Ella, sensing my presence, turned to face me, her eyes wide with guilt. "Iris, I—"
"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, my voice sharp with betrayal.
Ella stammered, her attempt to explain falling short as I couldn't bear to hear more. "Iris, I can explain—"
"Save it," I snapped, cutting her off. My mind raced with disbelief and hurt as I stormed out of the room, leaving their explanations hanging in the air.
As I retreated down the hallway, the echo of Ella's plea lingered, haunting my thoughts. How could she have betrayed our friendship, our growing connection within the pack? The revelation of her hidden feelings for Roman felt like a stab in the back.
The pack, once a haven, now felt like a web of deceit and tangled emotions. The gravity of the situation tugged at my composure, threatening to unravel the fragile threads that held me together.
In my room, the solitude amplified the whirlwind of emotions. The bond with Roman, the budding friendship with Ella—all tainted by this unexpected twist. My chest tightened with the weight of disillusionment.
Hours passed, marked by the restless pacing of my wolf within. Conflicted thoughts whirred through my mind. Could I forgive Ella's momentary lapse? Could I face Roman without the taint of betrayal clouding our connection? What was even going on? Ella and Roman...how was that even possible. I just couldn't see it,this was crazy.
Eventually, a knock on the door interrupted the chaotic thoughts. Roman's concerned voice seeped through the barrier. "Iris, can we talk?"
The internal battle raged on, but a part of me yearned for answers. I opened the door, my eyes meeting Roman's, and without uttering a word, he understood the turmoil within me.
His voice was gentle, "Iris, I never meant for you to find out like that. Ella and I have a complicated history, and I—it's not what you think we ended it ages ago"
"Save it," I echoed my earlier sentiment, my voice more composed than I felt. "I need time to process this." Whatever it was I wish I had known earlier and I wish I hadn't found out that way.
The silence that followed spoke volumes, heavy with unspoken truths and the shattered remnants of trust. As Roman left, the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the wreckage of what once felt like a burgeoning home within the pack.
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