Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 126 Summary
In Chapter 126 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle grapples with her emotions as she confronts the tension between her and Brad, her Alpha werewolf partner. The chapter opens with Elle feeling blindsided by the realization that Brad’s anger is rooted in the idea of her being introduced to other men, igniting his possessive instincts. As their fingers remain entwined, Elle feels trapped in his grip, both physically and emotionally, leading to a surge of frustration as she seeks acknowledgment from him. Despite her desire to express her feelings, she feels resigned to the fact that she cannot win against his Alpha nature.
Mira, another werewolf, enters the scene, exacerbating the tension by reminding Elle of her status as Brad’s mate and questioning her interactions with human men. Mira’s condescending tone and faux concern only add to Elle’s feelings of inadequacy and frustration. Brad’s response to Mira’s comments reveals his protective instincts, but it also highlights the emotional distance growing between him and Elle. She feels like a mere placeholder in Brad’s life, especially with Mira’s reemergence, which deepens her sense of isolation.
As the party preparations commence, Elle decides to step away and rest, recognizing her fatigue and the emotional toll of the situation. She encourages her assistant, Amy, to enjoy the festivities, masking her own discomfort with a smile. However, her moment of respite is interrupted by a phone call from Raymond Carter, who expresses regret over a misunderstanding involving the Blair family. His invitation for Elle to visit them adds another layer of complexity to her already tumultuous feelings, making her question their intentions and her own identity.
The chapter concludes with Elle feeling overwhelmed by the swirling thoughts and emotions surrounding her. The invitation from the Blair family raises concerns about her resemblance to their lost daughter and whether they might view her as an opportunist. As she steps outside for fresh air, she encounters a young human girl whose nervous demeanor intrigues her, leaving the chapter open-ended as Elle prepares to engage with this unexpected visitor. This moment signifies a potential turning point in Elle’s journey, hinting at new possibilities and challenges ahead.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 126**
**Elle’s POV**
The realization struck me with the force of a slap, leaving me momentarily breathless. Brad’s anger simmered just beneath the surface, fueled by the unsettling idea that they had wanted to introduce me to other human men. The mere thought of being paired with someone who wasn’t him ignited his Alpha possessiveness like a flame to dry tinder.
I glanced down at our fingers, still entwined from when he had seized my hand earlier, an act that felt both protective and possessive.
I attempted to pull my hand free, but Brad’s grip only tightened, as if he were afraid to let go. The more I struggled, the more resolute his hold became, like a vice that refused to yield.
Frustration bubbled within me, a tempest of emotions that threatened to spill over. I looked up into his eyes, seeking some understanding, some acknowledgment of my frustration.
A flicker of something—was it regret or anger?—crossed Brad’s face as he stared down at me, his expression unreadable.
I wanted to scream, to unleash all my pent-up emotions, but instead, I released a resigned sigh. What was the use? I was never going to win a physical showdown against an Alpha werewolf.
“Elle, you’re being so dramatic,” Mira’s voice sliced through the tension, causing both of us to glance up. She approached with that deliberate, graceful stride that each werewolf woman seemed to master, positioning herself directly in front of us, as if to stake her claim.
“You’re Brad’s mate,” she continued, her tone coated with a sickly sweetness that made my stomach churn. “How can you be so intimate with other human men like that? It doesn’t look good at all.”
Before I could muster a response, she pivoted toward Brad, her faux concern dripping from her words. “And Brad, you’re terrible too. Elle is still pregnant with your child, and you’re just letting her stand here this whole time? Don’t you worry about tiring her out? Both her and the little Alpha growing inside her?”
“Are you tired?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that carried an authority more commanding than inquiring. “We’re about to start the party activities. If you’re feeling worn out, you don’t have to participate. You should rest.”
I almost laughed at the irony. How considerate of him to offer me the chance to excuse myself while he and Mira reveled in their reunion.
Perfect, I thought bitterly. I’ll just go rest while you two werewolves enjoy your little celebration. How convenient for you both.
“That sounds reasonable,” I replied, my voice carefully neutral, betraying none of the turmoil within. “After all, I didn’t sleep much last night. I should have seen this coming.”
The truth was, I had seen it coming. From the very moment Mira reentered his life, I knew how this would unfold. I was merely a placeholder, a temporary solution until she reclaimed her rightful place in his heart.
I added, looking directly at Brad, “When werewolves need space, I know how to get out of the way. I’m very good at being tactful.”
This time, when I pulled my hand free, he allowed me to go. I turned away, my movements crisp and decisive, refusing to look back even as the weight of his gaze bore down on me.
Inside the villa, the party preparations were in full swing. Roy had mentioned they would be “partying for three days straight”—a typical werewolf celebration, I supposed. Given my human condition and the fact that I was pregnant, I certainly wasn’t cut out for that kind of revelry.
As I surveyed the scene, I noticed my assistant, Amy, hovering near the windows, his eyes bright with curiosity as he stole glances at the outdoor preparations. He practically bounced on his feet, watching the werewolves set up sound equipment and arrange what appeared to be a ceremonial circle.
Poor guy. He was probably bursting with excitement, eager to see how werewolves truly celebrated.
“Amy,” I called softly, and he turned immediately, attempting to mask his enthusiasm with a semblance of professionalism.
“Yes?”
“I’m exhausted,” I admitted, sinking onto one of the plush sofas. “I think I’m going to take a nap for a while. Why don’t you go join them outside? Watch the werewolf celebration. If I need anything, I’ll call you.”
His face lit up as if I had just handed him the best gift imaginable. “Really? Are you sure you don’t need—”
“Go,” I laughed, the first genuine smile breaking through my facade all day. “Have fun.”
He practically bolted for the door, his excitement palpable, like a husky that had just escaped its yard. At least someone would enjoy this party.
I had barely closed my eyes when my phone began to ring, the caller ID causing my brow to furrow—Raymond Carter. Why wasn’t he with Roy and the other groomsmen?
“Hello?” I answered, my voice tinged with curiosity.
“Elle, I’m so sorry about today!” Raymond’s voice was filled with genuine regret. “The whole mess with the Blair family—it’s completely my fault. I should have communicated with them beforehand to prevent this misunderstanding.”
I straightened, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “Raymond, it’s okay. These things happen—”
“No, it’s not okay,” he interrupted, his urgency palpable. “That’s why the Blair family wants to make this right. They would like to invite you to their home personally, to apologize properly for today’s confusion. What do you think about that?”
I blinked, completely taken aback. They wanted to invite me? To their house?
“Yes. I know it might seem like a lot, but they feel terrible about the situation,” he added quickly, sensing my hesitation.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” Raymond continued, his voice steadying. “The boy’s ceremony celebration will be going on for three days here in Moon Lake City, so you have time to think about it.”
“I appreciate the offer,” I said carefully, weighing my words. “Can I get back to you?”
“Of course. Take all the time you need,” he reassured me before we ended the call.
After hanging up, I found myself wide awake despite my fatigue. Why would the Blair family go to such lengths? I had clearly explained that I wasn’t their daughter. A simple apology through Raymond should have sufficed.
Was there something more behind this invitation?
The thought made me uncomfortable. I bore enough of a resemblance to their lost daughter that multiple people had mistaken me for her. What if they believed I was deliberately trying to exploit that likeness? What if they thought I was some kind of opportunist looking to leverage my appearance for access to their influence within the human community?
I wasn’t that kind of person. I had no desire to trade on a genetic coincidence to find a powerful human family to support me. That felt… wrong.
But then again, perhaps I was overthinking it. Maybe they genuinely wanted to apologize properly.
I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache begin to form. Too many questions, too many variables swirling around in my mind. And beneath it all, the persistent ache of watching Brad choose Mira over and over again gnawed at my heart.
Since sleep clearly wasn’t in the cards for me, I decided to step outside for some fresh air. Perhaps a walk would clear my mind and help me figure out how to respond to the Blair family’s invitation.
As I opened the front door, I froze in surprise.
A young human girl stood before me, her expression a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.
My sudden appearance startled her, and she took a half-step back, her gaze darting around as if she were contemplating fleeing. Yet something kept her rooted in place, an internal debate playing out across her expressive features.
I studied her more closely. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with dark hair pulled back into a simple ponytail and clothes that unmistakably marked her as human.
“You are?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow, curiosity piquing my interest.
She opened her mouth, closed it, and then seemed to steel herself for whatever she had come to say.
Conclusion
In the quiet aftermath of the chaos that had unfolded, I felt a profound sense of clarity settle over me. The tumult of emotions I had experienced—frustration, anger, and the gnawing ache of betrayal—slowly morphed into a resolve that anchored me. I had spent too long caught in the web of Brad’s possessiveness and Mira’s manipulations, allowing their dynamics to dictate my worth. As I stood outside, facing the unknown girl who had approached me, I realized that my journey was not defined by their choices but by my own. The invitation from the Blair family, however unsettling, was an opportunity to reclaim my narrative, to step into a world where I could be recognized for who I was, not merely as a reflection of someone else’s past.
With each breath, I let go of the weight that had burdened my heart. I understood now that I was not just a placeholder in Brad’s life or a pawn in Mira’s game; I was a person deserving of my own path. The thought of the Blair family reaching out to me, despite the confusion surrounding my identity, sparked a flicker of hope. Perhaps there was a chance for connection, a chance to forge my destiny beyond the shadows of others. As I prepared to face this unexpected encounter, I felt a burgeoning sense of empowerment. I was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead, to carve out a space for myself in a world that had often felt alien. This time, I would not shy away from the waves of change; I would ride them, letting them carry me toward lost memories and new beginnings.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension between Elle and Brad to reach a boiling point as the complexities of their relationship unravel further. With Mira’s presence looming large, Elle grapples with her insecurities and the feeling of being overshadowed, questioning her place in Brad’s life. The invitation from the Blair family adds another layer of intrigue, compelling Elle to confront not only her personal dilemmas but also the potential implications of accepting their offer. Will she choose to step into the world of the powerful, risking her identity in the process, or will she prioritize her emotional well-being amidst the chaos?
As the party festivities continue, the atmosphere will be charged with excitement, but for Elle, it will serve as a backdrop for deeper revelations. The arrival of the mysterious young girl hints at an unexpected twist, suggesting that Elle’s resemblance to the Blair family’s lost daughter may not be a mere coincidence. What secrets does this girl hold, and how will her presence impact the already fragile dynamics between Elle, Brad, and Mira? Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and the potential for alliances to shift as Elle navigates the murky waters of love, loyalty, and the search for her own identity in a world that feels increasingly alien.
