Chapter 212
The packhouse corridors echoed with an uneasy quiet as I made my way through the shadows, my mind still grappling with the revelations of the previous days. As I approached my room, a soft voice called my name, and I turned to find Ella standing nervously in the hallway.
"Iris, can we talk?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a mix of remorse and desperation.
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, allowing her to follow me into my room. Closing the door behind us, Ella took a deep breath, preparing herself for what lay ahead.
"Iris, I messed up," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I should have been honest with you from the start."
I remained silent, waiting for her to continue. The air was thick with tension, but there was an earnestness in Ella's eyes that demanded acknowledgment.
"Roman and I had history," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. "Before you arrived, we were close. But Roman, he didn't feel the same way. I made a move, and he... he rejected me, Iris. He made it clear that he had a mate and that he loved her."
I raised an eyebrow, processing the information. "So, you tried to kiss Roman because...?"
Ella sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know. It's been hard for me to move on, especially when Roman is such a nice guy. I let my feelings get the best of me, and I made a mess of everything."
I leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms. "And Roman? What did he say?"
"He was trying to calm me down," Ella explained. "He told me about you, that you were his mate and that he loved you. Iris, he was honest with me. He didn't encourage any advances, and he respected his commitment to you."
I released a heavy breath, the complexity of the situation sinking in. "So, it wasn't his fault."
Ella shook her head. "No, it wasn't. He's a nice person, and he genuinely cares about you. I should never have put him in that position."
As I processed Ella's words, a mixture of understanding and betrayal swirled within me. I had been in a similar situation, albeit with different circumstances, and I knew the struggle of unrequited feelings. Despite my empathetic understanding, the sting of betrayal lingered.
"Ella, I get it," I finally said, my tone measured. "But it still hurts. I need time to process all of this."
She nodded, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her apology. "I understand, Iris. I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. If you need space, take it. I just hope we can find a way to move past this."
The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering. As Ella left my room, I couldn't shake the conflicting feelings that tugged at my heart. The bond with Roman had been tested, and the challenge to rebuild trust loomed ahead.
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow over the packhouse as I moved stealthily through the shadows. The air was thick with the weight of my decision, the gravity of leaving everything behind tugging at my conflicted heart.
As I slipped out of the packhouse, a chilling breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and uncertainty. The decision to escape had been born out of a tumultuous storm of betrayal and isolation, a tempest that had eroded the fragile foundations of trust. It was easier to escape this time because nobody expected me to leave not even Roman.
The pack, once a source of potential solace, had become a labyrinth of deceit and animosity. Their hostile glances and whispered accusations had etched a painful narrative, one that echoed in the caverns of my consciousness. Even Ella, my confidante, had become a piece of the intricate puzzle, her betrayal a bitter revelation. Eventually Roman would see that I was a lost cause and he would leave me. I didn't deserve him,his pack or even Ella's friendship.
With every step, the forest beckoned, its mysteries offering a promise of anonymity. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, mirroring the uncertainty that clung to my fleeing form. As I ventured deeper into the woods, the familiar chorus of night creatures provided a melancholic serenade to my journey.
A sudden rustle in the foliage sent my heart racing, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I scanned the shadows. Paranoia gripped me, the fear that the pack might have caught wind of my departure amplifying the urgency of my escape.
The woods seemed to close in around me, the tangled branches forming an intricate web of secrets. As I moved with deliberate determination, the moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The ethereal beauty of nature stood in stark contrast to the turmoil within.
Lost in thought, I stumbled upon a small, secluded cabin hidden amidst the trees. Its presence felt like a serendipitous sanctuary, a place to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. With cautious steps, I approached the cabin, its weathered exterior telling tales of solitude and quiet retreats.
Entering the dimly lit interior, a sense of solitude enveloped me. Dust particles danced in the faint glow of the moon filtering through the cabin's modest windows. A creaking floorboard beneath my weight echoed in the quiet space, a reminder of the solitude I sought.
Collapsing onto a worn-out couch, the reality of my escape sank in. I didn't know where I was going, but for the first time, revenge wasn't the driving force. The bitterness of betrayal clung to my soul, yet I chose not to let it consume me. My pursuit of rest was not just a physical one but a respite for my weary spirit.
As the night unfolded outside, I found solace in the stillness of the cabin. The past, with its echoes of pain and betrayal, lingered, but the soft hum of the forest and the distant hooting of an owl painted a different rhythm, one that spoke of renewal and self-discovery.
In the hushed embrace of the cabin, I let go of the burdens that had defined me within the pack.
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