Chapter 35

Elle’s Point of view
"Elle, I've uncovered something you should be aware of." His tone was solemn, and I couldn't figure out why my heart was racing with panic. I'm becoming more concerned now since this is the first time he's given me a different reaction than what I was expecting. His expression was filled with dread, concern, and other emotions that I couldn't put into words.

As he began to calm down, I gently caressed his face and encouraged him to look aside. I saw him swallowing, and he still seemed to be having difficulty doing so. He turned his head to look at me once more. First, he heaved a long, heavy sigh.

“Archer…” he whispered.

I let go of his cheek, and the grin that I had on my face that I had intended to use to relax him faded.

“Archer? What exactly is wrong with Archer?" My expression also changed to one of seriousness.

He clasped my hand in his and gazed at me with a bitter expression. His grin was sad as well, as if he were experiencing troubles saying the words. "Can you tell me what's wrong with Archer?" I ask him the same thing over and again.

“He is alive.”
I was unable to respond to what he said. What I felt like was that something was blocking my eardrums, and I couldn't hear him well because of that. I couldn't think of anything to say when my thoughts went completely blank. When Archer died , it's likely that I said a prayer to the Goddesses that I hope they make him alive again— that his death would have been just a dream, so why would they tell me now that he is alive?

"When it comes to jokes, I'm not in the mood right now, so if you're kidding, I don't believe you made a really amusing one." I swung my body away from his. But before I could take a step onto the bed, his sword rang on the floor and I felt him clutching me tight.

“If only it wasn't true, Elle. Archer could be heavier than me in your heart, so I'm hoping this is all just a nightmare so I don't have to worry about it anymore. He may be the one you end up with. If only it were really a dream.” His hot, stinging breath is already touching the back of my neck. Tears began to fill up in my eyes.

"Can you tell me where you saw him? When?” I didn't hold back from asking, despite the fact that I knew it would be hurtful to Logan's feelings. I'd like to know where Archer is right now. How he lived. I'm interested in learning everything. I also want to affirm to myself that I really love Logan or that I did not choose him because I had no other option but to do so.

"I saw him with Augustus at the Tarragon palace," he recalls. "I'm also not sure how they came to be together." He wrapped his arms around me even closer, as if he didn't want to let go of me.

But, to be honest... Regardless of the fact that I heard Archer's name and that he informed me that Archer was still alive, I couldn't feel anything. I'm not depressed or even cheerful at all right now. The only thing that existed inside of me was suspicion, maybe because I had not expected Archer to return.

"Elle, could you please...? Don't choose him as your mate. I am the one you have chosen. Let me kneel in front of you now, please follow my commands." His voice had become so feeble that I couldn't hear it anymore. My heart raced a bit quicker, and I felt a little depressed.

I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. I gently stroked his face till he simply closed his eyes again. He grasped my hand and rubbed the palm of my hand on his face even closer.

It took my breath away as I saw the shine on his face and couldn't believe there were tears in his eyes now. I was taken aback by his expression, and it was then that I knew how I really felt.

"What makes you believe I'm not the one to make the decision?" I was making light of the situation. I cleaned the runaway tears streamed down his face.

"I know you've been waiting a long time for Archer. You even came here to exact vengeance on me because you believe I was the one who murdered him."

"That was back then... Logan, however, the times are changing. Even a wolf's emotions might alter over a lengthy period of time."

He couldn't respond to what I said, but he didn't even bother to open his eyes. It seemed as though he was taking pleasure in my company.

"Please, open your eyes, Logan."

"I don't want...", he responded.

"Why?"

“Because I'm afraid I'll wake up, you're gone. Perhaps it was all a daydream until I awoke and realized what had happened. Elle, I'm scared. I'm not sure how I'll react when I wake up and you're no longer here."

"That is not going to happen. I can promise you that this is the case." I kissed him gently and tenderly. "If you want, just close your eyes and I will show you the difference between illusion and reality."

Then I placed my hand around his neck and pushed my tongue into his lips without letting my gaze leave his face. I want to see him open his eyes till the anxiety he is experiencing subsides.

Given the fact that he hasn't opened his eyes yet, he is already reacting to my kiss. He was immediately putting his hands on my hips, and he seemed to be loving what I was putting on him.

Nevertheless, when he opened his eyes a little while later, the grin on my lips showed up and he seemed to be completely immersed in what I was doing.

"I'm madly in love with you, Logan."

I whispered between our kisses.