Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 115 Summary
In Chapter 115 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself in a social setting filled with werewolves, where she feels out of place and unaware of the intricate dynamics at play. Her friend Sophia, who is well-versed in werewolf society, highlights Elle’s ignorance about the relationships among the packs, particularly the alliances involving their Alpha, Lester. This realization brings a mix of embarrassment and frustration for Elle, who feels like an outsider in a world she has been thrust into without guidance.
As they navigate the gathering, Elle observes Alpha Lester, who defies her expectations with his lean, aristocratic appearance. Sophia’s playful banter about their Alpha’s quirks adds a layer of humor to the tense atmosphere, but the lightheartedness is soon disrupted when a mysterious woman named Mira arrives. The reaction from Brad, Elle’s mate, is immediate and intense, revealing a shared history between him and Mira that leaves Elle feeling vulnerable and overshadowed.
Mira’s presence triggers a wave of emotions within Elle, as she witnesses the undeniable connection between Brad and Mira. Despite Sophia’s attempts to reassure her that she is the one carrying Brad’s child, Elle’s heart sinks under the weight of jealousy and insecurity. The moment becomes even more poignant as Brad and Mira share an intimate exchange, further deepening Elle’s sense of isolation and despair.
Feeling overwhelmed, Elle asks Sophia for help in finding a place to rest, indicating her need to escape the emotional turmoil. As they leave, Elle senses Brad’s lingering gaze, but she cannot bring herself to confront the situation. Once out of sight, the emotional walls she has built begin to crumble, and she is left to grapple with the darkness that has surged forth, symbolizing her internal struggle and the complexities of love and belonging in a world filled with werewolf politics and personal histories.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 115**
**Elle’s POV**
Sophia stood before me, an eyebrow arched and that familiar, knowing smirk dancing on her lips. “How rare! Why wouldn’t I be here? Didn’t Brad mention that he’s been allies with our Frostclaw Pack’s Alpha, Lester, and Moonlake Pack’s Roy for years?”
A rush of warmth crept up my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and surprise. “I… honestly had no idea about any of that,” I confessed, my voice faltering slightly.
Sophia’s tone shifted, a blend of amusement and exasperation coloring her words. “Seriously, Elle, what do you actually know about werewolf social circles? The entire North American Pack Alliance is buzzing about these relationships, and you’re completely in the dark?”
“I really don’t know,” I admitted, feeling a twinge of humiliation. Sometimes, it felt as if I were stumbling through this werewolf world without a map, completely blind to the intricate dynamics at play.
With a casual wave of her hand, Sophia brushed off my discomfort. “Whatever. I suppose someone who was just dragged out of human society into the role of an Alpha’s mate wouldn’t quite grasp the complexities we mixed-blood werewolves face.”
Alpha’s mate… mixed-blood werewolves… I pondered silently. Sophia, do you realize who’s in the more awkward position here?
Linking her arm through mine, Sophia exuded a warmth that suggested years of friendship. “I was supposed to fly here with you guys on the private jet, but guess what? Lester wouldn’t allow it. He insisted I drive here to ‘demonstrate the Frostclaw Pack’s independence!'” She threw her hands up dramatically, her voice dripping with mock despair. “The suffering! Have you ever seen a Beta werewolf forced to play diplomat? That’s me! So much suffering!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her theatrics. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But seriously,” Sophia continued, pointing across the room, “that Alpha Lester with his peculiar principles is definitely something else!”
I followed her gaze and spotted a man standing near the far wall. He was… unexpected. Unlike most Alphas I had encountered, who were built like brick houses, this man was lean and refined, exuding an almost aristocratic aura. His features were delicate, bordering on beautiful, yet an undeniable power radiated from him, causing people to instinctively part ways.
As if sensing my scrutiny, he turned toward us. Our eyes locked across the room, his silver-gray gaze intelligent and assessing. He smiled, nodding politely in my direction.
I returned the gesture, offering a small nod of acknowledgment. I never would have anticipated that the Frostclaw Pack’s Alpha would possess such an un-Alpha-like appearance.
“See?” Sophia noted, catching the exchange. “You think Alpha Lester’s a bit domineering too, right?”
“Domineering how?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite myself.
“I’m the Beta of Frostclaw Pack, for crying out loud! So why do I have to pretend to be his date at every diplomatic function? I could bring my own mate if I wanted to!” She gestured emphatically, her frustration palpable. “Do you have any idea how infuriating that is?”
I watched Lester from across the room, noting the silent understanding he seemed to share with Brad. Clearly, there were pack dynamics at play that I didn’t fully comprehend.
“Your Alpha really is different from what I expected,” I remarked, trying to articulate my thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Sophia asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
A mischievous grin spread across my face. “If you both shifted during a full moon, would his wolf form be smaller than yours too?”
Sophia’s eyes widened in realization, and she playfully tapped my cheek. “Hey! Look who’s getting smart about werewolf stuff!”
That connection with Brad suddenly made sense. I glanced across the room where Lester stood with Brad and Roy. The three of them formed a striking trio, each Alpha distinct, yet commanding attention in their own right. Even the humans present seemed to unconsciously give them a wide berth.
And then, I heard it.
A soft, surprised voice floated across the space: “You’re all here… Lester! Brad… you came too…”
I sensed Brad’s reaction before I even saw it. His entire body stiffened, fingers curling into fists, a tension radiating from him that was impossible to ignore.
A unique werewolf scent wafted toward me, distinct from the others I had grown accustomed to. I turned to see a tall, willowy woman approaching, clad in a flowing white dress that seemed to drift around her like mist. The breeze from the open terrace doors caught her long hair and the delicate fabric, creating an almost ethereal effect.
Every human nearby instinctively looked down, that primal urge for submission kicking in. Even some of the lower-ranking werewolves stepped aside, showing her respect. But my eyes were locked on Brad.
I watched as his expression morphed upon seeing her. Recognition flickered in his gaze, accompanied by something deeper—something that made my stomach twist with an emotion I was reluctant to name.
Sophia stood frozen beside me, her eyes glued to the newcomer. “When did a random female werewolf get to join gatherings of the three major Pack Alphas?” she murmured, more to herself than to me. “Or… were they already acquainted?”
Roy’s brow furrowed slightly as the woman approached. “Mira…” he said, and I could hear the unspoken question in his voice. What are you doing here?
Lester’s demeanor was more welcoming than Roy’s, but I caught the flicker of wariness in his eyes. “Mira, you’re back.”
Yet Mira’s focus was entirely on Brad. “Brad,” she said softly, “I’m back.”
Brad lifted his gaze to meet hers, and my heart plummeted at what I saw there. Recognition. A shared history. A connection that felt like a chasm I could never hope to bridge or compete with.
Lester smoothly guided Roy away, granting Brad and Mira a moment of privacy.
Mira stepped closer to Brad, her voice dropping to that intimate tone reserved for lovers. “Brad, why are you looking at me like that? Have I been away so long that you’ve forgotten my scent?”
“No,” Brad replied without hesitation, his voice thick with emotion. “I could never forget your scent.”
The impact of his words hit me like a physical blow. I watched as Mira’s face lit up with joy, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she smiled up at him, her adoration evident.
I stood there, a helpless observer to this reunion, feeling something inside me shatter. Even though I couldn’t sense their pheromone exchange the way other werewolves could, I didn’t need supernatural abilities to understand the depth of their connection.
“Hey.” Sophia’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. She squeezed my hand gently, her touch grounding me. “Don’t panic. Whatever history that female wolf has with Brad, you’re the one carrying his child.”
I managed a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. “Sophia, I’m getting tired. Could you help me find somewhere to rest?”
Sophia studied my face for a moment, then glanced back at Brad and Mira. I could see the exact moment she comprehended the gravity of the situation. “Of course,” she said quietly, wrapping a supportive arm around me.
As we turned to leave, I felt Brad’s gaze on me, that peripheral awareness telling me he was watching even while engaged with someone else. But I couldn’t bring myself to look back.
The moment we were out of sight, the carefully constructed walls I had built around my emotions crumbled. The darkness I had been holding at bay surged forth, and I could no longer hide it.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that tumultuous encounter, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss wash over me, mingling with the bitter taste of betrayal. The warmth that had once filled my heart when I thought of Brad now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the reality of his connection with Mira. Despite the bond we shared, the child growing within me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was merely a placeholder in his life, a fleeting moment in the shadow of a past that still held sway over him. The laughter and camaraderie that had once buoyed my spirits were replaced by a deep-seated loneliness, a chasm that seemed to widen with every passing second. The world of werewolves, with its intricate dynamics and unspoken histories, felt more alien than ever, leaving me lost and adrift.
As Sophia guided me away from the gathering, I clung to her presence like a lifeline, seeking solace in her unwavering support. Her words echoed in my mind, a reminder that I was not alone in this struggle, yet the ache in my heart remained. I realized that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I also understood that I had the strength to confront them. The flicker of hope that still resided within me urged me to reclaim my place in this world, to forge my own identity beyond the shadows of my mate’s past. With each step away from the gathering, I resolved to embrace the uncertainty of my future, to navigate the tides of my emotions, and to rise above the waves that threatened to drown me in despair.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As we dive into the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, the tension between Elle and Brad is set to escalate, igniting a storm of emotions that will challenge their bond. With the unexpected arrival of Mira, a figure from Brad’s past, Elle finds herself grappling with insecurity and jealousy, pushing her to confront the complexities of their relationship. Will she be able to navigate her feelings while also coming to terms with her role as an Alpha’s mate? The stakes are higher than ever, and readers can expect a whirlwind of internal conflict as Elle wrestles with her insecurities and the looming threat of Mira’s presence.
Moreover, the dynamics within the werewolf social circles will be further explored, revealing deeper alliances and rivalries that could impact Elle’s and Brad’s future. As she begins to uncover the intricacies of the North American Pack Alliance, Elle may discover hidden truths about her own lineage and the significance of her mixed-blood heritage. With Sophia by her side, Elle will need to muster the courage to assert herself in a world that often feels foreign and overwhelming. Anticipate moments of unexpected camaraderie, potential betrayals, and the revelation of long-buried secrets that could alter the course of their lives forever. The next chapter promises to be a thrilling ride filled with emotional depth, intrigue, and the relentless pursuit of identity amidst the chaos of pack politics.
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