Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 105 Summary
In Chapter 105 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the tension between Brad and Marrisa reaches a breaking point. Marrisa, desperate for answers, confronts Brad about his feelings for Elle. Her urgency is palpable, and when Brad confirms his love for Elle, Marrisa’s emotional state spirals into chaos. Overcome by a mix of jealousy and rage, she violently reacts, revealing the depths of her obsession and desperation to be better than Elle. The confrontation escalates as Marrisa realizes the truth about the poison she consumed, leading to a moment of horror as she understands Brad’s role in her fate. The chapter closes with Brad walking away from the scene, feeling a sense of relief as he eliminates a significant obstacle in his pursuit of Elle.
Meanwhile, Elle is at the medical center with her mother, processing the aftermath of Marrisa’s plot. As they wait for the doctor, Elle learns that she was not harmed despite drinking what she believed was poisoned. The realization that someone intervened on her behalf sparks a mix of confusion and gratitude. Her mother expresses deep regret for putting Elle in danger, but the conversation shifts as she acknowledges Brad’s protective nature. This moment of clarity strengthens their bond, with her mother finally accepting Brad as a positive force in their lives.
As they navigate their emotions, Elle’s mother urges her to consider the truth about her identity and the world around her. The chapter concludes with a poignant moment between mother and daughter, filled with love and a sense of newfound understanding. The contrasting experiences of Brad and Elle highlight the complexities of love, sacrifice, and the harsh realities they face. The chapter encapsulates a struggle between past grievances and the hope for a safer future, setting the stage for revelations yet to come.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 105**
**Brad’s POV**
“Brad!” Marrisa’s voice cut through the air once more, tinged with desperation and a hint of raw emotion. “Please, I need to know something.”
I halted mid-step, my heart encased in a shell of cold indifference as I turned to face her. “You need to know something?” I echoed, my tone flat, devoid of warmth.
“Do you love Elle?” The question slipped from her lips, trembling, her voice cracking under the weight of her inquiry.
“Do you truly want the truth?” I replied, my curiosity piqued by the urgency in her eyes.
She nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with a mix of hope and fear.
A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, a fleeting moment of dark amusement. “If I didn’t love her, why the hell would I be here?”
The impact of my words struck her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless. Her chest heaved as if she were fighting against an invisible force, and then, without warning, she doubled over, a stream of vivid red blood spilling from her mouth, staining the ground beneath her.
“No!” she screamed, the sound raw and primal, echoing in the stillness around us. “You can’t love her! You can’t!”
She straightened, blood still trickling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wild with a manic desperation that sent a chill down my spine.
“I’m better than her in every way!” she shrieked, her voice rising to a fever pitch. “I’m more beautiful, more sophisticated, more accomplished! I’m a fucking werewolf, and she’s just a pathetic human! I’m everything she’s not!”
I adjusted my coat, standing tall, my gaze fixed on her with an unyielding finality. “I’ve said everything I came here to say. For old times’ sake, I’ve given you more explanation than you deserved.”
Her expression shifted from desperate hope to dawning horror as the implications of my words sank in.
“The wine,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why was Elle unharmed while I… while I drank that poison?”
A cold shiver ran through her, understanding dawning like a dark cloud over her features. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with pure terror.
“You knew,” she whispered, the words trembling on her lips. “You knew everything from the beginning, didn’t you? You were watching, waiting, letting me dig my own grave.”
I didn’t need to confirm or deny her accusation; the truth was etched across my expression, a silent testament to the reality she had crafted for herself.
Fear overtook every other emotion on her face, and I could see the recognition in her eyes. She knew me well enough to understand that when I made a pronouncement, I followed through. Always.
Without uttering another word, I turned on my heel and walked away. The sound of approaching vehicles echoed behind me—my men, arriving to collect what remained of Marissa Hopkins.
They wrapped her lifeless form in a simple sheet, treating her like mere cargo as they loaded her into the back of a truck. There was no ceremony, no dignity—just the efficient disposal of a problem that had been resolved.
As I slid into my car, a weight lifted from my shoulders. One more obstacle between me and Elle had been eliminated. The memory of Elle calling my name in her moment of desperation echoed in my mind, filling me with a warmth that chased away the cold satisfaction of revenge.
Now, I could concentrate on what truly mattered—getting to the medical center to ensure my mate and our child were genuinely safe.
**Elle’s POV**
The medical center was filled with the sharp scent of antiseptic, mingling with an undercurrent of hope. Mom and I sat side by side in the comfortable waiting area, both of us looking as though we had emerged from the depths of hell—because, truthfully, we had.
The doctor, a kind-hearted woman in her fifties, examined our test results with a furrowed brow. “Elle, you mentioned being forced to drink something you suspected was drugged?”
“Yes,” I replied, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach, a protective gesture that spoke volumes.
The doctor’s expression turned puzzled, her brow knitting together as she glanced back at the results. “According to your blood work, you consumed nothing but pure water. Whatever was in that glass, it wasn’t harmful.”
Shock coursed through me as I stared at her. “Water? But that doesn’t make sense. Why would she…?”
Suddenly, the pieces began to click together in my mind, forming a picture I hadn’t anticipated. Someone had switched my drink. Someone had protected me without my knowledge.
“Who saved me?” I whispered to myself, the question hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
Mom reached over, her hand squeezing mine with reassuring warmth. “Does it matter? You’re safe. That’s what counts.”
But it did matter. It mattered immensely. How had Brad known exactly when to arrive? How had my drink been switched? The timing seemed far too perfect to be mere coincidence.
“Elle, sweetheart,” Mom said softly, her voice thick with emotion as tears began to spill down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”
“No, I shouldn’t have fallen for her trap,” she continued, her voice heavy with guilt. “I put you and my grandchild in danger because I was too naive.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I replied, my own eyes brimming with tears, the weight of the day pressing down on us both.
I shook my head, still grappling with the whirlwind of events that had unfolded. “I never imagined she would be capable of something this evil.”
Mom wiped her eyes and reached out, cupping my face with her hands. “Well, thank God for Brad. He really is a good man, Elle.”
Surprise flickered across my features. Mom had always been cautious about my relationship with Brad, warning me to tread carefully.
“I’m not going to interfere in your relationship anymore,” she declared firmly, her voice steady. “Whatever is between you two, whatever you’re building together—I can see that he cares about you. And after today, I know he’ll protect you.”
She took a shaky breath, her resolve palpable. “I’ve completely cut ties with Grace and the rest of the West family. I’m done with all of that toxicity. As long as you’re happy, as long as you’re safe, that’s all I need.”
Her words struck a chord deep within my heart. I leaned against her shoulder, just like I used to when I was little, inhaling her familiar scent of lavender and comfort.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby.”
We sat in a cocoon of comfortable silence for a while, both processing the day’s harrowing events. I could feel her gaze on me, and when I looked up, I caught her staring at my face with an expression that was both fascinated and troubled.
“Mom? What’s wrong?”
She fell silent for a moment, her fingers gently caressing my cheek as she studied my eyes. I could see her struggling with something—a silent battle that was causing her evident distress.
“Elle,” she finally said, her voice soft yet serious. “I need you to promise me something. Don’t hate me for being selfish, okay?”
A frown creased my brow, confusion washing over me at the sudden shift in her tone. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t have the power to protect you,” she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. “I’m just a human woman in a world dominated by werewolves. But Brad… Brad has that power. He can keep you safe in ways I never could.”
She grasped my hands tightly, her grip firm and unwavering. “Elle, do you want to know the truth about who you really are? About where you came from?”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of chaos and confrontation, both Brad and Elle find themselves at pivotal crossroads, their emotional arcs converging through pain and revelation. For Brad, the cold satisfaction of resolving a long-standing threat morphs into an urgent desire to protect what truly matters—his mate and their unborn child. The weight of his choices hangs heavy, yet as he drives toward the medical center, the memories of Elle’s voice echoing in his mind serve as a reminder of the love that fuels his resolve. The finality of his actions towards Marissa, though ruthless, clears the path for a future he yearns to embrace, one where he can finally shed the burdens of his past and focus on the family he wishes to build with Elle.
Meanwhile, Elle grapples with the emotional fallout of her near-death experience, her bond with her mother strengthening through shared vulnerability and regret. The revelation that Brad had intervened to protect her shifts her perspective, igniting a flicker of hope amidst the turmoil. As her mother offers her unwavering support and a newfound acceptance of Brad, Elle realizes the depth of their connection and the strength it brings. In that moment of quiet intimacy, she understands that love—both familial and romantic—can be a powerful shield against the darkness that surrounds them. Together, they stand resilient, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, united by the unbreakable threads of loyalty and love that bind them.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Elle grapples with the revelations about her identity and the implications of her mother’s words. With the stakes higher than ever, Elle stands at a crossroads where the truth about her lineage could alter everything she thought she knew about herself. The emotional weight of her mother’s confession looms large, and the promise of uncovering her true self will drive her into a whirlwind of discovery. Will she embrace the legacy that comes with her heritage, or will it shatter the fragile peace she has fought so hard to maintain?
Meanwhile, Brad’s journey to reunite with Elle will take on a new urgency. Having dealt with the fallout of Marissa’s actions, he is now faced with the reality of protecting the family he has chosen. As he navigates the complexities of his feelings for Elle and the looming threats from their past, the question of how far he is willing to go to safeguard their future will hang in the air. With danger still lurking in the shadows, the chapter promises to deliver heart-pounding moments and emotional confrontations that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. What truths will be unveiled, and how will they shape the destinies of both Brad and Elle? The answers await just beyond the next page.
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