Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 131 Summary
In Chapter 131 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Hile reflects on the chaotic events of the previous day, particularly the unexpected arrival of Brad, the Alpha, at the Blair family estate. Instead of celebrating with Mira, Brad storms in with a pack of werewolves, prompting Hile to confront him with disbelief and frustration. The tension escalates as Hile grapples with her emotions, feeling the weight of their complicated relationship and her unexpected pregnancy. Despite her anger, there’s an undeniable connection between them, highlighted by Brad’s authoritative demeanor and the way he commands the werewolves to leave.
As the werewolves disperse, Hile experiences a moment of relief, but her anger towards Brad remains. She struggles to understand why he is intruding on her time with her human friends, especially after the previous night. Brad, seemingly oblivious to her feelings, attempts to engage with her and the Blair family, leading to a mix of emotions for Hile. Mr. Blair’s diplomatic invitation for Brad to join them for lunch adds another layer of complexity, as it underscores the power dynamics between humans and werewolves, leaving Hile feeling conflicted.
Brad’s unexpected knowledge of human culture, particularly music, begins to soften Hile’s anger as she watches him charm the Blair family. His genuine interest in the antique piano surprises her and reveals a different side of him. However, Hile is still grappling with her feelings and the reality of their situation. When she finally manages to break free from his grip, her frustration spills over, leading to a confrontation in the hallway where she questions his intentions and expresses her emotional turmoil.
In a moment of vulnerability, Brad pulls Hile into a warm embrace, providing her with a sense of safety that she both craves and resists. Despite her confusion and anger, Hile finds herself surrendering to the comfort of his presence, highlighting the complex emotions at play between them. This chapter captures the tension between their worlds, the struggles of their relationship, and the conflicting feelings that arise from their unexpected bond.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 131**
**Hiles POV**
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As I reflected on the events of the previous day, my mind raced. Wasn’t he supposed to be celebrating at the party with Mira? Yet here he was, striding into the Blair family estate like a triumphant warrior returning from battle.
“What on earth are you doing bringing all these werewolves here?” I demanded, my tone sharper than I had intended, each word dripping with disbelief.
“Showing up uninvited with an entire pack is extraordinarily rude,” I added, my frustration palpable.
Heat surged into my cheeks as I confronted him. The sheer audacity of this man—this Alpha—was almost too much to bear.
Brad’s amber eyes scrutinized me for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and I noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor. Perhaps it was the way Mr. Blair nervously cleared his throat, or the genuine intimidation that flickered across Mrs. Blair’s face as she regarded the assembled werewolf crowd. Whatever it was, something clicked in Brad’s mind, and he suddenly seemed to grasp the gravity of my concerns.
“Let them all go back to the cars and wait!” he commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated with undeniable authority.
I watched, still simmering with anger, as Alex stepped forward immediately to execute Brad’s order, gesturing for the group of werewolves to disperse.
As the oppressive presence of the werewolves receded, I could see Mr. Blair visibly relax, and a small sense of satisfaction washed over me. At least the Blair family’s peace had been momentarily restored.
Yet, my anger lingered. Why was he even here? I had already come to terms with the reality of my situation—that I was carrying his child, that our relationship was tangled and complicated. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone for this one peaceful visit with my human friends?
“I don’t understand why you’re still angry,” Brad said, his voice laced with confusion.
I stared at him, incredulous. He truly didn’t understand? How could he not see that his dramatic entrance, making such a spectacle of himself, was precisely the kind of behavior that underscored the vast chasm between our worlds?
Mr. Blair, bless his heart, intervened with careful diplomacy. “Alpha Brad, please, won’t you come inside for lunch? We’d be honored to have you.”
His tone was laced with the deference that humans often employed when engaging with powerful werewolves, and it tugged at my heart, highlighting the inherent inequality of our situation.
Brad stepped closer to me, and before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he reached out and took my hand in his. His palm was warm, his grip firm, and despite my anger, I felt that familiar, strange sense of safety his touch always evoked.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, attempting to pull my hand away, but his Alpha strength rendered my efforts futile.
“Walking with my mate,” he replied simply, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, a look that made him appear both dangerously alluring and infuriatingly confident.
I was left speechless, my mind racing. Here I was, grappling with the reality of why he had come here after spending the night with Mira, and he was acting as if… as if we were an actual couple instead of two individuals bound together by an unplanned pregnancy.
The confusion must have been evident on my face, for his smile widened, as if my bewilderment was somehow charming to him.
“Sophia,” Mrs. Blair interjected warmly, clearly trying to redirect the attention away from the palpable tension between Brad and me. “I was just telling Elle about the pastries I packed for you both. There’s plenty for lunch if you’re hungry.”
“That’s incredibly kind of you, Mrs. Blair,” Sophia replied graciously, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos.
Mrs. Blair’s face lit up with genuine pleasure, and I felt a rush of gratitude toward Sophia for her diplomatic intervention. If it weren’t for Brad’s dramatic entrance, this morning could have been so lovely and peaceful.
Catching Brad’s eye, I shot him a warning glare, surprised when his expression softened slightly. He seemed to find my protective demeanor amusing, which only fueled my frustration further.
“Thank you,” I said to Mrs. Blair, my voice warm despite the turmoil swirling within me. “Your kindness means more than you know.”
Once we stepped into the elegantly adorned main room, Brad still hadn’t released my hand. The continued contact made me feel flustered and exposed in front of the Blair family, a sensation I desperately wished to shake off.
To my surprise, Brad began examining the antique piano in the corner with a genuine interest that caught me off guard.
“1920s Steinway, German manufacture,” he stated, his voice imbued with unexpected expertise. “The sound quality has suffered slightly due to inadequate humidity control.”
Mr. Blair’s face lit up with amazement. “That’s exactly right! I had no idea that Alpha Brad was so knowledgeable about human classical music.”
My anger wavered as I listened. I had never heard Brad speak about music before, and his casual display of cultural knowledge was… impressive, actually.
“I have a professional piano tuner at Rayne Manor,” Brad continued smoothly. “I’d be happy to send him over to restore the proper sound quality.”
Mr. Blair’s initial wariness melted away, replaced by genuine excitement at the prospect of engaging with this surprisingly cultured Alpha about art.
Even Raymond seemed grudgingly impressed, although I caught a hint of competitive wariness in his eyes.
I stared at Brad, momentarily forgetting my anger as I observed how effortlessly he charmed his way past the Blair family’s defenses. It was almost unfair how easily he could win people over when he put his mind to it.
My cheeks flushed as he squeezed my hand gently, and I quickly looked away, flustered.
“I need to use the restroom,” I stated firmly, finally managing to extract my hand from his grip.
“What a coincidence,” Brad replied with that maddening smile, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
My mouth fell open in disbelief. “What?”
Mr. Blair promptly gestured for a servant to guide us, clearly not daring to question an Alpha’s decision.
Once we were alone in the hallway, I whirled on him, my frustration spilling over.
“Brad Rayne, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” The words burst from me, tears of frustration threatening to spill over. “What do I have to do to make you satisfied? I’ve already accepted that I’m having your child; I’ve agreed to everything you wanted. What more do you want from me?”
For a moment, he simply stared at me, and I caught a glimpse of something almost vulnerable flicker across his features as he took in my heterochromic eyes, bright with unshed tears.
Then, without warning, he stepped forward and enveloped me in his arms.
His embrace was warm and secure, carrying that familiar scent that always seemed to calm my frayed nerves. I found myself pressed against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and despite everything—despite Mira, despite my anger, despite my confusion—I felt that traitorous sense of safety wash over me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt.
But he simply held me tighter, as if trying to convey something unspoken.
For a fleeting moment, I surrendered to the comfort of his embrace, letting myself be held.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of our chaotic encounter, I felt the weight of my emotions shift. Brad’s unexpected display of vulnerability had cracked the armor of anger I had so carefully constructed. As he held me, the tension that had been a constant in our relationship began to dissipate, revealing the complex tapestry of our connection. I realized that despite the turmoil surrounding us—his past with Mira, my fears about the future, and the societal divide between our worlds—there was an undeniable bond forming between us. It was a bond laced with uncertainty, but also with the potential for something deeper, something that could bridge the chasm between our disparate lives.
As we stood there, enveloped in each other’s warmth, I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me. Perhaps we could navigate the complexities of our situation together, learning to trust and understand one another amidst the chaos. The journey ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with challenges, but for the first time, I felt a sense of possibility. In that moment of vulnerability, I understood that love could be as tumultuous as the waves crashing against the shore, but it could also carry the lost memories we both needed to confront. With a tentative smile, I pulled back slightly, meeting Brad’s gaze, ready to face whatever came next—together.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As tensions simmer between Hile and Brad, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into their tumultuous relationship. With the unexpected arrival of the werewolves at the Blair estate, the stakes have never been higher. Hile’s emotional turmoil is palpable, and as she grapples with her feelings for Brad, the reader can anticipate a confrontation that will force both characters to confront the complexities of their bond. Will Hile finally voice the fears that have been building inside her, or will she find herself drawn further into Brad’s magnetic pull?
Moreover, the dynamics within the Blair family are set to shift dramatically as they navigate the implications of having an Alpha in their midst. With Mr. Blair’s initial wariness giving way to admiration for Brad’s knowledge, the chapter may explore how alliances shift in the face of unexpected circumstances. As secrets begin to unravel and tensions rise, readers can expect revelations that will challenge Hile’s understanding of her place in both the human and werewolf worlds. Will she stand firm in her resolve, or will the allure of Brad’s world prove too tempting to resist? The next chapter is bound to be a thrilling ride of emotions, choices, and the ever-present question of what it truly means to be a mate.
