Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 77 Summary
In Chapter 77 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the emotional turmoil between Elle and Brad reaches a boiling point. Elle is paralyzed with fear and disbelief as she witnesses Brad’s explosive anger in the conference room, where he shatters a chair in a fit of rage. His intense Alpha presence fills the air, leaving her shaken as she grapples with the raw power he displays. The atmosphere shifts dramatically, and despite her fear, Elle feels a strange curiosity when she discovers exquisite rings that belong to the Rayne family. This revelation sparks a mix of confusion and determination within her as she realizes her significance in Brad’s life.
As Brad retreats to the underground training facility to release his pent-up anger, he struggles with the conflicting emotions of his past and present. Memories of being an undefeated fighter clash with his current responsibilities as an Alpha. His fury is palpable as he unleashes it on the punching bags, reflecting his frustration over Elle’s perceived intentions to leave after their child is born. The thought of losing her ignites a primal rage, revealing the depth of his feelings for Elle, despite the presence of Marissa, who represents a life he is trying to escape.
Meanwhile, Marissa’s unexpected appearance in Brad’s private space complicates matters further. Her manipulative advances and insistence on being part of his life serve as a stark contrast to Elle’s genuine spirit. Brad’s irritation with Marissa highlights his growing disconnection from her, as he realizes that his heart belongs to Elle. The tension escalates as he grapples with the temptation of Marissa’s offer to be part of his life, while his true desire remains rooted in his bond with Elle.
As both characters navigate their tumultuous emotions, the chapter concludes with a sense of impending confrontation. The discovery of the rings symbolizes a choice for Elle, who begins to understand her vital role in the Rayne legacy. Brad, on the other hand, must confront his feelings and decide whether to fight for the love he has found with Elle or succumb to the familiar shadows of his past. The stage is set for a pivotal moment that will redefine their relationship, with the looming full moon adding urgency to their intertwined fates.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 77**
**Elle’s POV**
I found myself staring at Brad, my mind a tumultuous storm of disbelief and fear. My heart raced wildly, pounding against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. The remnants of the chair he had just shattered still echoed in the conference room, a haunting reminder of the fury that had erupted from him. I had never seen him lose control like that before, and the shift in the atmosphere was palpable. It felt as if the very air around us had thickened, heavy with his Alpha energy, causing the temperature to drop dramatically.
His amber eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, pupils narrowed like a predator focused on its next meal. The veins in his neck stood out starkly, a testament to the raw power of his emotions, and I could have sworn I saw his canines elongate slightly, a subtle hint of the beast that lay just beneath his skin.
“Then you just… do your fucking job!” he snarled, each word escaping through clenched teeth, filled with barely contained rage that sent shivers racing down my spine. “If you dare to bring shame to the Rayne family during our agreement…”
He abruptly halted, his massive frame trembling as he struggled to rein in the tempest of his emotions. In a sudden, explosive display of power, he seized the silver box from the table and hurled it against the wall with a force that only a werewolf could muster. The sound of impact was thunderous, leaving a significant dent in the opulent paneling that adorned the room.
The box fell to the floor, its contents spilling out like secrets laid bare, and Brad strode over it, kicking the conference room door open with such force that it nearly tore from its hinges.
I stood frozen, my legs trembling beneath me as silence enveloped the room, broken only by the sound of my ragged breaths.
My gaze was drawn to the damaged silver box lying on the floor. It had cracked open, revealing what appeared to be exquisite jewelry. Despite the fear that gripped me, a wave of curiosity compelled me to kneel down cautiously.
Inside, I discovered two stunning rings—clearly a matching set. The silver bands were adorned with intricate engravings that seemed to whisper of ancient tales long forgotten. The larger ring bore a wolf’s head, its eyes glinting with amber stones, while the smaller ring showcased delicate Celtic knots encircling a crescent moon. Both pieces bore the unmistakable crest of the Rayne family.
But why would Brad possess these? Shouldn’t they be meant for Marissa? After all, I was merely the human carrying his heir.
With trembling fingers, I lifted the smaller ring and slipped it onto my right ring finger.
It fit perfectly, as if it had been crafted just for me.
I stared down in disbelief. The ring seemed to have been designed for my hand, its proportions flawless. But that couldn’t be true.
In a rush of determination, I grabbed the larger ring and dashed out in search of Brad. The hallway stretched out before me, empty save for a handful of werewolf employees who kept their heads down, clearly sensing the tension radiating from their Alpha.
I reached his office only to find it vacant, though his scent lingered in the air, a comforting reminder of his presence.
“Ms. West?” Alex appeared, his expression serious. “Alpha Rayne has retreated to the underground training facility. He often goes there to release pressure before the full moon. I would advise against disturbing him at this moment.”
I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. With the box destroyed and my fingers too slender for the larger ring, I unclasped my silver chain, threading both rings onto it. The cool metal rested against my chest, warming against my skin, a strange comfort amidst the chaos.
**Brad’s POV**
As I stepped into the underground training facility, a heavy silence descended upon the space. My anger radiated outward in palpable waves. Even the Betas engaged in sparring halted mid-motion, instinctively bowing their heads as my Alpha presence enveloped the area.
Few were aware of my history in the fighting circuit. Before my grandmother forced me into the corporate world, I had been known as “Darkmoon”—undefeated in the Canadian werewolf fighting leagues. Elizabeth had stripped away those privileges, caging the warrior within me.
But now, that cage rattled violently.
I approached the heavy punching bags—each weighing five hundred pounds, reinforced with steel cables to withstand werewolf strength. My first punch sent the bag swinging wildly, and with the second, deep gouges appeared from my partially extended claws.
How dare she speak of leaving so flippantly? How could she act as if our arrangement was merely a temporary inconvenience?
I unleashed another devastating blow. The bag’s surface bore the scars of my fury.
With a swift spin, I delivered a kick that propelled the bag across the room, crashing into the wall with a thunderous sound, leaving a crater in the reinforced concrete.
The stunned silence that followed was deafening. I was panting heavily, sweat dripping from my brow as I surveyed the destruction I had wrought.
“Everyone out,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
They scattered, leaving me alone to grapple with my rage. I had intended to give her the rings, to show her the depth of my feelings. But she had made it unmistakably clear—once the baby was born, she would be gone.
The thought of her leaving sent my wolf into a howling frenzy of fury.
I emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, water trickling down my hair. I was reaching for a shirt when a familiar voice halted me in my tracks.
“Brad.”
I spun around, my reflexes nearly causing me to lash out. My claws extended involuntarily before I recognized Marissa standing in the doorway of my private bathroom.
She wore a red lace dress that left little to the imagination, and I felt a wave of irritation wash over me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “This is Alpha-only space.”
She stepped closer, her eyes drinking in my half-naked form with an unsettling hunger. “I missed you so much, Brad. Especially before the full moon…”
Her presence revolted me now. Once, I might have found her attractive, but now all I could think about was how calculated she seemed in contrast to Elle’s genuine spirit.
“What are you doing in here?” I repeated, my patience wearing thin.
“I missed you,” she insisted, moving closer, her gaze lingering on my chest. “I get so restless before the full moon.”
“Answer my question,” I growled, forcing myself to maintain my distance. “How did you get in here?”
She pressed herself against me, her hands trailing over my chest, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to suppress. “Does it matter? I’m here now. I know you need this before the full moon. I know you need me.”
I grabbed her wrists, halting her wandering hands. My grip was probably too tight, but I was beyond caring. “I asked you a question, Marissa.”
“I may have… persuaded one of the Beta guards to let me through,” she admitted, her voice adopting that wheedling tone I had grown to despise. “Brad, please. I know you’re angry about the pool incident yesterday, but I can explain—”
“Can you?” I interrupted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Can you explain how you just happened to nearly drown in front of witnesses? How convenient your timing was?”
Her face flushed, yet she pressed on, undeterred. “I was trying to see you! Elle doesn’t understand you like I do. She can’t give you what you need.”
“Look,” she insisted, her voice rising with fervor. “I know I can’t have my own pup. But I could help raise your pup, Brad. I could love it like my own. We could be a real family.”
“She’s human,” Marissa continued, sensing the uncertainty in my demeanor. “She doesn’t grasp what it means to be mated to an Alpha. She doesn’t want this life. But I do. I want you, Brad. All of you.”
Her hands found their way back to my chest, and I felt the tension crackling in the air.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” Marissa whispered, her lips inching toward my neck. “Fuck me now. Right here.”
**Conclusion**
In the aftermath of chaos, the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavily in the air, intertwining the fates of Elle and Brad. As she clutched the rings against her chest, a symbol of a bond that transcended mere obligation, she felt a surge of determination ignite within her. The realization that she was not just a vessel for his heir, but a vital part of the Rayne legacy, shifted her perspective. The rings, once a source of confusion, now represented a choice—one that she was ready to embrace despite the looming uncertainties. Brad’s fury, though terrifying, revealed the depths of his feelings, and as she prepared to confront him, she understood that their story was far from over.
Meanwhile, Brad grappled with his inner turmoil, the remnants of his past clashing violently with the present. The encounter with Marissa served as a stark reminder of the life he could have had, yet his heart was tethered to Elle, the woman who had ignited a spark he thought was long extinguished. The thought of losing her sent him spiraling into a primal rage, but beneath that anger lay a profound yearning for connection and understanding. As he stood at the precipice of his emotions, the choice before him became clear: to fight for the love he had found in Elle, or succumb to the familiar shadows of his past. With every heartbeat echoing the promise of a new beginning, both Elle and Brad prepared to face the tumultuous waves of their intertwined destinies, knowing that true strength lies in vulnerability and the courage to love fiercely.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension escalates between Brad and Elle, the aftermath of their confrontation promises to unravel deeper layers of their complex relationship. The discovery of the rings has ignited a flicker of hope within Elle, but with Brad’s fury still fresh and Marissa’s unexpected reappearance, the stakes have never been higher. Will Elle dare to confront Brad in his moment of vulnerability, or will she retreat further into the shadows of uncertainty? The underground training facility, a battleground for Brad’s inner turmoil, may soon become the stage for a pivotal confrontation that could redefine their relationship.
Meanwhile, Marissa’s bold advances and her manipulative charm threaten to pull Brad back into a world he’s desperately trying to escape. The question looms: will he succumb to her temptations, or will he find the strength to resist and embrace his bond with Elle? As the full moon approaches, tensions will rise, and the true nature of their connections will be tested. Expect powerful revelations, heart-stopping choices, and a clash of loyalties that could change everything for both Brad and Elle. With emotions running high and the past lurking in the shadows, the next chapter promises to be a rollercoaster of passion, betrayal, and the fight for true love amidst chaos.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the tumultuous confrontation, both Elle and Brad stand at a crossroads, their emotions laid bare in the wake of chaos. For Elle, the rings she discovered have transformed from mere symbols of obligation into emblems of her rightful place within the Rayne legacy. As she clings to them, a newfound determination surges within her, igniting a fire of hope that propels her forward. She realizes that her role extends beyond being just a vessel for Brad’s heir; she is an integral part of his world, deserving of love and respect. With each heartbeat, she prepares to confront the storm that is Brad, understanding that their story is not yet finished, but rather a new chapter waiting to unfold.
Meanwhile, Brad wrestles with the shadows of his past, the weight of his anger and desire colliding violently within him. The encounter with Marissa serves as a stark reminder of the life he could have led, yet his heart remains anchored to Elle, the one who has reignited a spark he thought long extinguished. As he grapples with his feelings, the choice becomes clear: he must fight for the love he has found, even as the specter of Marissa looms large. With the full moon approaching and tensions mounting, both Elle and Brad are poised to confront their intertwined destinies, knowing that true strength lies in embracing vulnerability and the courage to love fiercely. As they navigate the turbulent waters of their emotions, the path ahead promises to be fraught with challenges, revelations, and the transformative power of love.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
As the storm of emotions continues to brew, the next chapter will delve deeper into the tumultuous relationship between Brad and Elle, exploring the consequences of their choices in the wake of the explosive confrontation. With the rings now a symbol of their intertwined fates, Elle must summon the courage to face Brad, navigating the treacherous waters of his anger and confusion. Will she be able to break through the walls he has built, or will the shadows of his past, embodied by Marissa, pull him further away? Expect intense moments of vulnerability as Elle confronts not just Brad, but her own fears about their future, and the realization that she is more than just a vessel for his heir.
At the same time, Brad’s internal struggle will reach a boiling point as he grapples with the allure of his past and the undeniable connection he shares with Elle. The presence of Marissa adds an unpredictable element, forcing him to confront what he truly desires. As the full moon draws near, the stakes are raised, leading to a pivotal showdown that could alter the course of their destinies. Expect powerful revelations, raw emotions, and a clash of loyalties that will leave readers on the edge of their seats. Will love conquer the chaos, or will the weight of past decisions shatter their fragile bond? The next chapter promises to be a heart-pounding exploration of love, sacrifice, and the fight for a future worth claiming.
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