Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 71 Summary
In Chapter 71 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle grapples with her emotions as she encounters Marissa, who confronts her about Brad. Despite Sophia’s offer to handle the situation, Elle insists on facing Marissa herself, driven by a mix of jealousy and determination. The tension escalates when Marissa accuses Elle of keeping Brad away from her, leaving Elle momentarily stunned. However, she finds unexpected relief upon learning that Brad didn’t return to their room either, hinting at deeper complications in their relationship.
Sophia steps in to defend Elle, revealing their night spent together, which shocks Marissa and leads to a fierce exchange. Sophia’s assertive stance highlights the disrespect Marissa shows by challenging Elle, who is revealed to be Brad’s mate and carrying his child. Marissa’s facade of confidence begins to crack under Sophia’s relentless questioning, illustrating the power dynamics at play. Elle, despite feeling overwhelmed, finds her voice and asserts her boundaries, telling Marissa that she can no longer help her.
As Elle and Sophia leave the confrontation, Elle feels a mix of relief and anxiety, grateful for Sophia’s support. Their budding friendship offers Elle a sense of belonging and strength, contrasting with her previous isolation. However, the tension doesn’t subside as they enter the conference room, where Elle is confronted with a drastically altered contract that favors the Rayne Group over the Carters. This shift raises questions about Brad’s intentions and the nature of their partnership, leaving Elle feeling confused and wary of the unfolding situation.
The chapter encapsulates Elle’s internal struggle between her feelings for Brad, her emerging strength, and the complexities of her relationships. It also sets the stage for further conflict as Elle navigates her role in a world filled with power plays and emotional turmoil. The atmosphere in the conference room foreshadows impending challenges, hinting at deeper issues that Elle must confront as she seeks to understand her place within the dynamics of her life and the alliances being formed around her.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 71**
**Elle’s POV**
“Look who’s waiting for you,” Sophia murmured, her voice low as she discreetly gestured toward Marissa. “Should I take care of her for you?”
I quickly shook my head, my resolve firm despite the turmoil brewing inside me. “No, I can handle this.”
Beneath the surface, a gnawing curiosity twisted in my gut—had Brad really spent the night with her? The mere thought ignited a flare of jealousy that I struggled to suppress, convincing myself it was merely a matter of principle. If Marissa had come to flaunt her night with Brad, then I would have to endure it. After all, wasn’t that what I’d set in motion?
As soon as Marissa caught sight of us, she sprang forward with an eagerness that felt both alarming and unwelcome.
“Elle!” she called, her voice sharp and insistent, despite her feigned friendliness. “I’ve been searching high and low for you.”
I mustered a polite smile, though it felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. “Good morning, Marissa.”
She wasted no time on trivial niceties. “You gave me your key card yesterday, but why are you still hanging onto Brad? Why wouldn’t you let him come back to the room?”
Her accusatory tone took me by surprise, leaving me momentarily speechless. The sheer nerve of this woman! I hadn’t even laid eyes on Brad since our painfully awkward dinner.
“Excuse me?” I managed to stammer, heat flooding my cheeks.
“You heard me,” she pressed on, her voice dripping with an unsettling sense of entitlement. “You said you understood that Brad and I have unfinished business, yet you kept him away all night. What kind of game are you playing?”
A strange sense of relief washed over me. So, Brad hadn’t returned to our room either. But where on earth had he been? The unexpected weight that lifted from my chest left me confused and slightly disoriented.
Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, Sophia stepped forward, radiating a fierce energy I had never seen from her before.
“We spent the entire night together,” Sophia declared coldly, her eyes flashing with that eerie golden glow that signaled a werewolf’s anger.
Marissa’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up in surprise, quickly morphing into a dangerous glare. “And who exactly are you? What right does a Beta from another pack have to interfere in Moonshade Bay business?”
Sophia’s laughter was sharp and biting. “It seems to me you’re the outsider here. Challenging an Alpha’s mate bond is a sign of disrespect in any pack. Yet here you are, boldly questioning his mate while she carries his child.”
I watched as Marissa’s face twisted with rage, her composure cracking under the pressure of Sophia’s words. She was clearly unaccustomed to being confronted like this—not by me, and certainly not by anyone else.
She had always relied on my tendency to shy away from conflict, to take the easier path.
“You don’t understand anything,” Marissa hissed, her own eyes flashing gold in response. “Brad and I have history—”
*History that clearly didn’t result in a mate bond or a child,* Sophia interjected mercilessly. “If you’re so confident, why not go find Brad right now? Ask him to abandon his mate and unborn heir for you.”
Marissa flinched, as if Sophia’s words had struck her physically. I could see that the blow had landed exactly where Sophia intended. Marissa had probably assumed that anyone associated with me would be just as easy to manipulate.
She had gravely miscalculated.
“That’s enough,” I said quietly but with a firmness that surprised even me. “Sophia, please.”
Turning my attention back to Marissa, I kept my voice steady. “Look, I wasn’t with Brad last night. I spent the evening with Sophia in Section Two. As for where Brad was or what he did, I have no idea.”
Taking a deep breath, I pressed on. “Marissa, I’ve already done all I can. If Brad still has feelings for you, as you claim, then you need to pursue him yourself. I can’t help you any more than I already have.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I gently pulled Sophia away, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as we walked toward the main building. Sophia shook her head in disbelief, her expression a mixture of frustration and concern.
“You’re too damn nice,” she muttered, her voice low but fierce. “Even if she’s dying, so what? Does that give her the right to steal someone’s partner? The world doesn’t work that way, Elle.”
I couldn’t help but smile at Sophia’s fierce protectiveness. “Thank you for standing up for me. No one’s done that in… well, a really long time.”
“Someone had to,” she replied, her expression softening slightly. “You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just some naive human who got lucky with an Alpha. But there’s something about you, Elle. Being kind for a moment is easy—being kind your whole life is something rare.”
Her words warmed something deep inside me. Was it truly possible to forge real friendships in this world? Perhaps Sophia was proof of that possibility.
When we finally reached the conference room, I plastered on my most cheerful expression, determined to conceal how shaken I still felt.
“Morning!” I greeted Brad and Raymond, who were already deep in discussion over a pile of documents.
Brad glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my unexpectedly refreshed appearance. I caught a flicker of irritation cross his face, though I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or the lingering scent of Sophia that probably clung to my clothes.
Raymond, ever the gentleman, returned my greeting with impeccable politeness, though I noticed his gaze lingered on me a moment too long. After learning about Dakota last night, his interest no longer unsettled me as it once had. Behind his gaze was a man who had lost someone he loved—someone who, as it turned out, bore an uncanny resemblance to me.
As I settled into my seat, an unsettling feeling washed over me. The atmosphere in the room was cordial, yet it felt strangely tense, like the calm before a storm. Then, my eyes landed on the contract laid out on the table, and I froze.
This was not the same agreement we had been working on—not even close.
The cooperation ratio had shifted dramatically—from the original 60-40 split between Rayne Group and the Carter Family to an 80-20 division that heavily favored Rayne.
The terms had become significantly harsher for the Carters, with Rayne Group now only providing energy resources, while the Carters would be responsible for all domestic affairs and international shipping costs.
A frown creased my brow as I mentally reviewed the original proposal. I distinctly recalled Brad suggesting the 60-40 split—I had been surprised by his apparent generosity at the time. This new contract felt almost predatory in comparison.
I glanced at Brad, a wave of confusion washing over me. Had he really stayed up all night making these changes instead of returning to our room? What had transpired that I wasn’t aware of?
What game were they playing now?
Conclusion
The confrontation with Marissa had been a pivotal moment for Elle, one that forced her to confront not only the complexities of her relationship with Brad but also the depths of her own strength. Standing her ground against Marissa, with Sophia’s fierce support, revealed a side of Elle she had long suppressed—one that was capable of asserting her worth and boundaries. The unexpected relief she felt when learning that Brad hadn’t returned to Marissa’s side was a turning point, suggesting that perhaps her instincts about their bond were not as fragile as she feared. It marked the beginning of a new chapter for Elle, one where she could embrace her identity as a partner and a mother, rather than a mere pawn in someone else’s game.
As she entered the conference room, the shift in the contract laid before her echoed the turmoil within her heart. The stark contrast between the previous proposal and this new, harsher one left her questioning Brad’s intentions and the very foundation of their partnership. The tension in the air mirrored her internal conflict, as she grappled with the uncertainty of their future together. Yet, amid the confusion, Elle felt a flicker of hope igniting within her. She had faced down Marissa and asserted her place, and now she was ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead—be it in the realm of business or her relationship with Brad. With newfound resolve, she was prepared to navigate the storm, determined to protect her family and carve out her own path in this unpredictable world.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to reach a boiling point as Elle navigates the treacherous waters of her relationships with both Brad and Marissa. With the shocking revelation of the new contract looming over her, Elle will be forced to confront not only the implications of Brad’s sudden shift in negotiation tactics but also the underlying emotions that threaten to unravel her newfound stability. Will she challenge him about the drastic changes to the agreement, or will her insecurities hold her back? As the stakes rise, Elle’s determination to understand the truth will lead her down a path fraught with unexpected revelations and emotional confrontations.
Moreover, Sophia’s fierce loyalty will play a crucial role in the unfolding drama. As Elle grapples with her feelings of jealousy and betrayal, she must also contend with the fierce protection that Sophia offers. Will their bond strengthen as they face external threats together, or will the pressure of their circumstances reveal cracks in their friendship? The chapter promises to delve deeper into the dynamics of pack politics and personal loyalties, leaving readers eager to see how Elle will assert herself in a world where every decision could have lasting consequences. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and the potential for alliances to shift as the characters confront their pasts and fight for their futures.
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