Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 88 Summary
In Chapter 88 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself in a delicate situation when Abigail expresses her gratitude for Elle’s presence at the gathering. Abigail’s vulnerability touches Elle, reminding her of the loss they both share with Dakota. This moment of connection is abruptly interrupted when a group of werewolf women, led by the intimidating Kelly, approaches them with hostility. The tension escalates as Kelly belittles Elle, asserting that she is merely a human and not worthy of being with Alpha Brad. Despite feeling humiliated, Elle stands her ground, driven by a newfound strength and determination to assert her worth.
As the confrontation intensifies, Abigail defends Elle, declaring that she is carrying the next Alpha heir and deserves respect. Elle’s confidence grows as she challenges Kelly and her pack, daring them to try and win Brad’s affection if they believe they can. This unexpected display of defiance surprises even Elle, but it shifts the power dynamics in the room, leaving the werewolf women momentarily speechless. The encounter culminates in a display of possessiveness from Brad, who approaches Elle and tenderly wipes sauce from her mouth, reinforcing their bond amidst the chaos.
Feeling empowered by the support from Abigail and Brad, Elle recognizes her own strength and individuality. The weight of Kelly’s cruel words no longer feels crushing; instead, Elle embraces her identity and the unique place she has carved out for herself. With Brad’s protective presence and Abigail’s admiration, Elle realizes she is not just a substitute for Dakota but a person capable of facing challenges head-on. The chapter closes with a sense of hope and renewed determination, as Elle prepares to navigate her role in a world that often tries to diminish her worth.
Looking ahead, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the dynamics between Elle, Brad, and the werewolf community. As tensions rise and hostility simmers, Elle must navigate her identity as Brad’s mate and a human in a world that seeks to belittle her. The stakes are high, and Elle’s journey of self-discovery and resilience will be tested as she faces new challenges and potential conflicts within Brad’s pack. The unfolding story hints at unexpected friendships and alliances, leaving readers eager to see how Elle will continue to assert her place in this complex world.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 88**
Elle’s Perspective
“I hope I’m not overstepping,” Abigail murmured, her voice a gentle balm, as though she were navigating a delicate situation. “But I truly wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for your presence here tonight.”
Thank me? Her words caught me off guard, and I blinked, momentarily bewildered by the unexpectedness of her appreciation. “Thank me for what?” I asked, genuine confusion lacing my tone.
Her expression shifted, vulnerability flickering in her eyes, and it tugged at my heartstrings. “After Dakota left us, it felt like a tempest had swept through our lives. It impacted everyone so profoundly. I know you’re not Dakota—of course you’re not—but seeing you here, alive and flourishing… it brings me a peculiar comfort. It’s as if, in some way, Dakota is still with us, still watching over us.”
*If my mere presence offers you any solace,* I thought cautiously, attempting to mask the weight of her words, *then at least this face serves a purpose.*
We shared a laugh, and I felt the tension in my shoulders begin to dissipate, like ice melting under the sun’s gentle rays.
We had been enjoying our quiet exchange for perhaps ten minutes when the sharp, echoing click of heels against the marble floor sliced through the atmosphere like a knife. I looked up, and my stomach plummeted as a group of werewolf women approached, their expressions a disconcerting mix of curiosity and overt hostility.
Oh no. My tranquil evening was about to take a dark turn.
The woman leading the pack was tall and striking, her beauty fierce and unapologetic, radiating an intimidating energy.
“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that sent shivers down my spine. “Look who’s hiding away in the corner.”
My stomach dropped. Here we go.
Beside me, Abigail straightened her posture, her warmth giving way to a taut tension.
“What wonderful luck you have,” the woman continued, her smile sharp enough to cut. “Being chosen by a pure-blood Alpha.”
My heart raced, the familiar instinct to either fight or flee surging through me as I recalled just how out of place I truly was in this world. Fantastic. Just when I was beginning to feel somewhat normal.
I took a steadying breath, reminding myself that I had faced challenges like this before. But the fact that it was unfolding in front of Abigail, who had shown me nothing but kindness, made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Kelly,” Abigail said coolly, surprising me with the steel in her voice. “You’re mistaken about something.”
Kelly’s eyebrows arched mockingly, a smirk dancing across her lips. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Abigail continued, rising slowly to her full height. Despite being human and physically smaller than the werewolf women surrounding us, there was an undeniable regal quality to her demeanor. “You seem to think that Elle is fortunate to have caught Alpha Brad’s attention. But in reality, it’s Alpha Rayne who is the lucky one. The moon goddess has finally blessed him with his fated mate.”
Kelly’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as if she were a predator sizing up her prey. “You don’t need to spin fairy tales about mate bonds just to make this human feel better about her situation.”
Her voice turned venomous. “Everyone knows Alphas can’t form true mate bonds with humans. She’s nothing more than a convenient breeding vessel.”
The impact of her words struck me like a physical blow, but what stung even more was the chorus of agreement from Kelly’s pack. My face burned with humiliation, and I felt small, exposed, like a deer caught in headlights.
But before I could muster a response, Abigail stepped forward, her eyes blazing with indignation.
“How dare you speak that way about a guest in our home?” she demanded, her voice strong and unwavering, despite lacking the primal intimidation of a werewolf. “Elle is carrying the next Alpha heir. Show some respect.”
One of Kelly’s companions laughed harshly, a sound devoid of any real humor. “Respect? For a human who got knocked up and thinks that makes her special? She’s just a temporary inconvenience until Alpha Rayne finds a proper werewolf mate.”
With deliberate slowness, I stood up, placing my glass down with care. When I spoke, my voice was calm but laced with steel.
“You know what? You’re absolutely right about one thing,” I said, locking my gaze onto Kelly. “I am just a human. I don’t have fangs or super strength or any of the advantages you werewolf women possess.”
Kelly smirked, convinced she had the upper hand.
“But here’s the kicker,” I continued, allowing a small smile to dance on my lips. “If you think I’m so unworthy, if you believe you’d be so much better for Brad, then by all means—go for it. Take him from me. I won’t fight you for him.”
The smirk faltered, and I could see confusion flicker across their faces.
“I mean it,” I pressed on, relishing the shift in power dynamics. “If any of you have what it takes to make Brad Rayne forget about me and choose you instead, please, be my guest. I’d love to see you try.”
The silence that followed was thick and heavy, almost suffocating.
“Exactly!” Abigail chimed in, her voice ringing with triumph, as if she had been waiting for this moment.
Kelly’s face flushed with anger. “That’s not—we can’t just—”
“Why not?” I asked innocently, feigning ignorance. “You seem to think that being a werewolf automatically makes you more suitable. So prove it. Go charm him away from the lowly human.”
The group exchanged uncomfortable glances, the truth hanging in the air like a dark cloud. They had all tried to win Brad’s affection for years, and none had succeeded in capturing his interest.
Kelly rallied for one last attack, her voice dripping with disdain. “This isn’t over, human. Alpha Brad will come to his senses eventually.”
“Maybe,” I replied pleasantly, a smile playing on my lips. “But until then, he’s mine.”
The possessive claim surprised even me, but I stood firm. Kelly and her pack retreated, casting venomous glares over their shoulders as they left.
As soon as they were gone, I slumped back into my chair, adrenaline coursing through me, leaving me shaky and breathless.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, disbelief washing over me. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Abigail’s grin was infectious. “That was brilliant!”
“I probably just made everything worse for myself,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of the confrontation settle on my shoulders.
“Are you kidding? You were perfect.” Abigail settled back down, her respect for me palpable. “You know, you really are different from Dakota. She never would have confronted them like that—she was more of a diplomat, always trying to smooth things over.”
I looked at her, curiosity piqued. “You miss her a lot.”
“We all do,” Abigail replied quietly, her gaze distant, as if she were staring into the past. “But you’re not a replacement for her, Elle. You’re your own person, and that person just proved she’s not going to be pushed around.”
Before I could respond, I heard familiar footsteps behind me. My heart raced as I turned to see Brad approaching, his expression unreadable yet commanding, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
He walked straight to me, ignoring the lingering stares from other guests. Without uttering a word, he picked up a napkin from the table and gently dabbed at the corner of my mouth, his touch surprisingly tender.
“You had a bit of sauce,” he murmured, his amber eyes locked onto my face with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
The intimate gesture sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire of jealousy within every werewolf woman in the vicinity. Brad’s public display of ownership couldn’t have been clearer; he might as well have marked me in front of them.
“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask, my voice slightly breathless, caught off guard by this unexpected attention. “Shouldn’t you be networking or something?”
His lips curved into that devastatingly attractive half-smile that made my heart flutter. “I was. But then I heard my mate was having some trouble with overzealous party guests.”
Brad’s hand settled possessively on my waist, his thumb tracing small circles against my ribs, grounding me amidst the chaos. “I thought I should come remind everyone exactly who you belong to.”
Around us, I could feel the weight of dozens of stares, the tension in the air crackling like electricity as Brad made his intentions unmistakably clear to every werewolf in attendance.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, a renewed sense of strength blossomed within me. The weight of Kelly’s cruel words had initially threatened to crush my spirit, but standing my ground and asserting my worth had shifted something deep inside. I could feel Abigail’s admiration radiating from her, a reminder that I was not just a substitute for Dakota, but a unique individual capable of carving my own place in this world. The bond I shared with Brad felt more potent than ever, not merely because of his status as an Alpha, but because he had chosen to stand by me, affirming my value in a realm that often sought to diminish it.
As Brad’s warm presence enveloped me, I realized that I was no longer merely a spectator in this life; I was a participant, someone who could face adversity head-on. The echoes of the past still lingered, but they no longer defined me. Instead, I was forging my own identity, one that intertwined with the love and respect I had found in unexpected places. In that moment, with Brad’s hand possessively resting on my waist and Abigail’s supportive gaze at my side, I felt a surge of hope. The waves of doubt that had once threatened to drown me were receding, replaced by the promise of new beginnings and the courage to embrace whatever lay ahead.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension hangs thick in the air following Brad’s possessive display, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. In the next chapter, readers can expect a deeper exploration of the dynamics between Elle, Brad, and the werewolf community that surrounds them. With the stakes raised and hostility simmering just below the surface, Elle must navigate her new role not just as Brad’s mate, but as a human in a world that seems intent on belittling her worth. The confrontation with Kelly and her pack has already ignited a fire within Elle, but will it be enough to fortify her against the challenges that lie ahead?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into Brad’s perspective, offering insights into his thoughts and motivations as he stands by Elle. His protective instincts are strong, but will they lead to conflict with his own pack? As tensions rise, alliances may shift, and unexpected friendships could form, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how far Elle is willing to go to defend her place in this world. Will she find strength in her newfound confidence, or will the weight of her circumstances threaten to pull her under? The next chapter is sure to deliver twists and turns that will keep readers guessing, as Elle’s journey of self-discovery and resilience unfolds amidst the chaos of the werewolf society.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the confrontation, Elle emerges transformed, no longer the hesitant figure she once was, but a woman who has found her voice amidst the chaos. The confrontation with Kelly and her pack not only solidified her place alongside Brad but also ignited a fierce determination within her. No longer defined by the shadow of Dakota, Elle embraces her individuality, aware that her worth transcends the prejudices of the werewolf community. The warmth of Abigail’s admiration serves as a reminder that she is not just a replacement but a unique presence capable of commanding respect and asserting her identity. The waves of doubt that once threatened to engulf her recede, replaced by a newfound strength and the promise of resilience.
As Brad stands beside her, his protective hand resting on her waist, Elle realizes that she is no longer an outsider but an integral part of this world. His public display of affection serves as a powerful affirmation of their bond, reinforcing her sense of belonging. With the challenges ahead looming large, Elle is ready to face whatever comes her way, emboldened by love and the support of those who believe in her. The emotional arc of this chapter culminates in a powerful moment of self-acceptance, as Elle steps into her role with confidence, prepared to navigate the complexities of her new life while forging her own path. The journey of self-discovery and empowerment continues, and Elle is ready to embrace the waves of change that lie ahead.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension hangs thick in the air following Brad’s possessive display, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. In the next chapter, readers can expect a deeper exploration of the dynamics between Elle, Brad, and the werewolf community that surrounds them. With the stakes raised and hostility simmering just below the surface, Elle must navigate her new role not just as Brad’s mate, but as a human in a world that seems intent on belittling her worth. The confrontation with Kelly and her pack has already ignited a fire within Elle, but will it be enough to fortify her against the challenges that lie ahead?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into Brad’s perspective, offering insights into his thoughts and motivations as he stands by Elle. His protective instincts are strong, but will they lead to conflict with his own pack? As tensions rise, alliances may shift, and unexpected friendships could form, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how far Elle is willing to go to defend her place in this world. Will she find strength in her newfound confidence, or will the weight of her circumstances threaten to pull her under? The next chapter is sure to deliver twists and turns that will keep readers guessing, as Elle’s journey of self-discovery and resilience unfolds amidst the chaos of the werewolf society.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
