Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 123 Summary
In “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle grapples with the emotional turmoil of her relationship with Brad, an Alpha werewolf, and the looming presence of Mira, his true mate. The chapter begins with a conversation between Elle and her friend Sophia, who urges her to consider a relationship with Raymond as a means of finding safety and distancing herself from Brad. Sophia reveals a painful truth: Brad’s deep care for Mira, which only intensifies Elle’s feelings of inadequacy and heartbreak. The weight of this revelation causes Elle to confront her own delusions about love and acceptance within a world dominated by supernatural politics.
As Elle processes her emotions, she experiences physical distress, indicating the toll that this turmoil is taking on her health and her pregnancy. Sophia’s concern for Elle’s well-being highlights the gravity of the situation, as she tries to provide comfort amidst the chaos. Elle’s realization that she is merely a vessel for the baby, rather than a beloved partner, deepens her sense of betrayal and loss. This moment of vulnerability culminates in Elle’s determination to reclaim her heart before it shatters completely, showcasing her growing strength amidst despair.
The next morning, Elle prepares for a werewolf ceremony, feeling increasingly out of place in a world that feels foreign to her. Despite Amy’s attempts to beautify her for the event, Elle insists on simplicity, reflecting her internal struggle and resignation. The stark contrast between Elle and Sophia, who embodies the grace of a werewolf, amplifies Elle’s feelings of isolation. As they walk through the garden, Elle senses Brad’s watchful gaze, which stirs conflicting feelings of longing and pain within her.
Upon encountering Raymond, Elle is surprised by his reaction to her appearance, suggesting a deeper connection or understanding between them. The breakfast gathering, filled with werewolves, further emphasizes Elle’s outsider status as she navigates the complexities of social interactions. Mira’s unexpected apology adds another layer of tension, as Elle must confront the reality of her situation. This chapter encapsulates Elle’s internal battle with love, identity, and the challenges of belonging in a world where she feels like an outsider.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Elle’s POV**
“Get together with Raymond.”
The moment those words left Sophia’s lips, they struck me with an intensity that felt almost physical, like a punch to the gut. “What?” I managed to stammer, my mind racing to comprehend the implications.
Sophia, with her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight that filtered through the window, looked at me earnestly. “Think about it, Elle. If you’re with Raymond—another human—you can find safety. You can finally distance yourself from Brad.”
“Sophia, I can’t—” I started, but she pressed on, her voice unwavering.
“Roy shared something with me tonight,” she continued, her tone serious as if she were imparting a grave secret. “He mentioned how Brad remembers every minute detail about Mira’s medical needs. The specific medications she requires when she falls ill, the precise dosages.”
Each word sliced through me like a serrated knife, twisting deeper into my chest. I instinctively pressed my hand against my belly, seeking solace from the tiny life that was growing within me, a life that felt increasingly burdened by the chaos around us.
“Brad, as an Alpha, is not supposed to care so deeply for someone who isn’t his mate,” Sophia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But he does.”
I shut my eyes tightly, a wave of understanding washing over me. The truth I had been too blind or perhaps too hopeful to see finally broke through the fog of my denial.
“That’s why he was so cruel to Marissa,” I murmured, the realization settling heavily on my heart. “That’s why he’s never uttered the words ‘I love you’ to me.”
“Elle—”
“Because his heart is claimed by a werewolf I can never compete with.” The bitterness of those words lingered on my tongue, a sour reminder of my reality.
Slowly, I sat up, my hands trembling as I covered my face, overwhelmed by the weight of my delusions. How naive I had been to believe that an Alpha werewolf could ever genuinely love a human like me.
“I need to be honest with you,” Sophia said gently, her expression filled with concern. “I’m Roy’s friend, yes, but I’m also your friend. I can’t stand by and watch you get dragged deeper into the treacherous waters of werewolf politics and emotional games you’re not prepared to navigate.”
I pressed my palms against my chest, feeling as though I was suffocating under the pressure of it all.
The pain in my chest escalated, and I doubled over, gasping for breath. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.”
“Elle, your hands are freezing!” Sophia was by my side in an instant, her warm fingers enveloping my icy ones. “When did this start?”
She helped me lie back down, wrapping blankets around my shivering form with a tenderness that made me feel safe, if only for a moment. “Your body is going into shock. This isn’t good for the baby.”
I let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and devoid of joy. “The baby. That’s all I am to him, isn’t it? He doesn’t love me—he never could. And now that Mira’s back…”
“Elle, you need to calm down—”
“No.” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the hot tears spill down my cheeks. “I need to stop lying to myself. I must reclaim my heart before it shatters me completely.”
As dawn broke, the gray light creeping through the curtains felt uninviting, mirroring my own sense of dread. Neither Sophia nor I had managed to get any real sleep, and the dark circles under our eyes were a testament to our sleepless night. I found myself seated at the vanity, staring at my reflection while Amy worked diligently to prepare me for Roy’s werewolf ceremony.
“Miss Elle, you look…” Amy hesitated, her brush hovering uncertainly over my cheek. “Are you feeling alright? You look very pale.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, though even I could see the truth lurking in my reflection. My face was drawn, my eyes hollow and devoid of their usual spark. “Just tired.”
Amy frowned, her concern evident. “Your complexion… if you show up like this at the werewolf gathering, Alpha Brad will notice immediately.”
“Let him notice,” I replied flatly, a wave of indifference washing over me. “I don’t care anymore.”
“But Miss Elle—”
“Just make me look decent enough not to embarrass anyone. That’s all that matters.”
In silence, Amy worked, applying concealer and blush to mask the worst of my exhaustion. When she reached for the jewelry box, I waved her away dismissively.
“No need for all that,” I said firmly. “Just simple earrings.”
“But this is a werewolf ceremony. The other females will be—”
“I’m not a werewolf female.” The words slipped out sharper than I intended. “I’m just a human. Simple earrings will suffice.”
Hurt flickered across Amy’s face, but she complied, selecting a pair of understated pearl studs. When she presented an elaborate gown adorned with beads and crystals, I shook my head vehemently.
“Too much. What about that one?” I gestured toward a simple pink chiffon dress hanging quietly in the back.
“Miss Elle, that’s very plain for such an important—”
“It’s fine. I’m not trying to impress anyone.” I stood, smoothing the flowing fabric as Amy helped me into it. “There. Perfect.”
Amy bit her lip, uncertainty etched across her features. “If you’re certain…”
“I am.” I glanced at myself in the mirror; the soft pink fabric draped around me gave me an ethereal quality, almost ghostlike. Fitting, I thought, considering how lifeless I felt inside.
Sophia emerged from the bathroom, her stunning deep red gown hugging her curves and showcasing her werewolf grace. The contrast between us was stark—she looked like she belonged in this realm of supernatural politics and power, while I felt like a lost human girl playing dress-up in a world that wasn’t mine.
“You look beautiful,” she said softly, though I could see the worry flickering in her eyes.
“Thank you.” I turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight of myself any longer.
We made our way through the mansion’s garden path, a shortcut Sophia had suggested to save time. The morning air was crisp, and I pulled my light shawl tighter around my shoulders, wishing for warmth that seemed elusive.
As we walked halfway across the garden, an unsettling feeling washed over me, and I sensed someone watching. I glanced up toward the mansion’s upper windows and spotted a familiar silhouette. Brad stood at what must have been his room’s window, his tall frame unmistakable even from a distance.
Even from here, the intensity of his gaze felt palpable, causing my heart to clench painfully in my chest. I forced myself to look away, determined to keep moving forward.
“Elle?”
The voice broke through my thoughts, making me look up. Raymond stood on the path ahead of us, and his expression was so peculiar—almost shocked—that I wondered if something was amiss.
He stared at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable, his usually composed demeanor visibly shaken. “You… you look…”
“Is everything alright?” I asked, offering him a gentle smile despite the turmoil swirling within me. As a fellow human in this werewolf-dominated world, Raymond felt like a kindred spirit, an ally.
That smile seemed to strike him like a physical force, his eyes widening in surprise. I heard him draw in a sharp breath, as if he were trying to process something monumental.
Sophia, noticing his reaction, shot me a meaningful look. “Raymond, we’re heading to breakfast. Care to join us?”
“I…” Raymond hesitated, struggling to find the right words, his gaze never leaving my face. “Yes, yes, I’d like that very much.”
The dining room buzzed with the electric energy of werewolves as pack members gathered for the pre-ceremony breakfast. The buffet was a lavish spread, filled with foods I had never encountered before—clearly tailored to the tastes and customs of werewolves.
Roy immediately whisked Sophia away to discuss pack matters, leaving me to navigate the social minefield alone. I had barely settled at a table with my modest plate when I sensed someone approaching.
“Mind if I sit?”
I looked up to find Mira standing beside me, her expression surprisingly apologetic. She looked perfectly healthy, with no trace of the medical emergency that had kept Brad from our dinner. My chest tightened instinctively, but I kept my voice steady.
“It’s a free table,” I replied coolly, trying to mask my discomfort.
Mira slid into the seat across from me, her werewolf presence making the air feel heavier, almost oppressive. “Elle, I want to apologize.”
I set down my fork, meeting her gaze directly, unwilling to back down. “For what, exactly?”
“For last night. For… for everything, really.” She looked genuinely remorseful, which somehow made my stomach churn even more. “I know my presence here complicates things for you and Brad.”
Conclusion
As the dawn of a new day broke, it marked not just the beginning of a ceremony, but a pivotal moment in Elle’s tumultuous journey. The weight of her realizations hung heavily upon her, yet within that burden lay the seeds of clarity. No longer tethered to the illusions of love she had clung to, Elle began to understand the necessity of reclaiming her own heart. The stark contrast between her and Sophia, both in appearance and emotional state, served as a poignant reminder of the world she felt increasingly alienated from. While the werewolf realm thrived on power dynamics and emotional entanglements, Elle stood at the precipice of a decision that could redefine her existence. The warmth of Raymond’s presence offered a glimmer of hope, a possibility of connection that transcended the chaos surrounding her.
In the face of Mira’s unexpected apology, Elle found herself at a crossroads, grappling with the complexities of forgiveness and self-worth. The moment was bittersweet, for while Mira’s remorse stirred a flicker of empathy within her, it also solidified the painful reality that her love for Brad was built on a foundation of unreciprocated feelings. As she prepared to navigate the intricacies of the werewolf gathering, Elle resolved to embrace her identity as a human—a choice that would empower her to forge her own path, free from the shadows of others’ expectations. With each step forward, she gathered the fragments of her lost memories, ready to let the waves of her past carry her toward a future where she could finally reclaim her narrative and find strength in her own truth.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, readers can expect the tension between Elle and the werewolf world to reach a boiling point. As the ceremony approaches, Elle’s internal struggle will intensify, forcing her to confront the painful reality of her relationship with Brad and the implications of Mira’s return. With the stakes higher than ever, Elle will grapple with her identity as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, and the emotional turmoil will push her to make decisions that could change everything. Will she find the strength to reclaim her heart, or will she succumb to the chaos that surrounds her?
Moreover, the dynamics between Elle, Raymond, and Mira will take center stage, as their interactions hint at deeper connections and unresolved feelings. Raymond’s unexpected reaction to Elle’s appearance suggests that his feelings for her may be more complicated than previously thought. As the ceremony unfolds, tensions will rise, and alliances may shift, leading to unexpected revelations that could alter the course of their lives. Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Elle navigates the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and self-discovery in a world where every choice could have dire consequences.
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.
