Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 73 Summary
In Chapter 73 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Brad finds himself at a pivotal moment, grappling with his emotions for Elle. As he prepares to confess his feelings, a wave of uncertainty crashes over him, leaving him paralyzed. The moment is charged with tension as he brushes away a tear from Elle’s cheek, feeling an electric connection that both excites and terrifies him. Just as he gathers the courage to speak, a loud knock at the door interrupts, shattering the intimate atmosphere and forcing him back into reality.
The interruption comes from Marissa, whose presence immediately stirs irritation in Brad. He feels the distance between himself and Elle grow as he reluctantly distances himself from her. Marissa’s arrival symbolizes a conflict between his emerging feelings for Elle and the expectations tied to his Alpha lineage. The tension escalates as Marissa demands to speak with Brad alone, and he battles with his emotions, torn between the desire to protect his budding relationship with Elle and the complications of his past with Marissa.
As Marissa presses for a connection, Brad’s frustration mounts. He rebuffs her attempts to rekindle their relationship, recognizing her manipulative tendencies. The encounter with Marissa serves as a painful reminder of the barriers he faces, both from his family’s expectations and his own fears. The stark contrast between the warmth he felt with Elle and the coldness of his interaction with Marissa deepens his resolve to pursue the connection he nearly lost.
Ultimately, the chapter closes with Brad feeling a mixture of regret and determination. The weight of unspoken words lingers in the air, highlighting the emotional turmoil he faces. He realizes that to embrace his true self and the love blossoming with Elle, he must confront the ghosts of his past and the pressures of his lineage. With the promise of future confrontations and decisions looming, Brad’s journey towards vulnerability and genuine connection becomes increasingly urgent, setting the stage for the challenges that lie ahead.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 73**
**Brad’s POV**
“Elle, I—” My voice trembled, caught in the suffocating grip of uncertainty as I stared into her captivating mismatched eyes. The words I had buried deep within me for what felt like an eternity surged forth, clamoring for release with an urgency that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
A frantic inner voice that usually guided my thoughts now screamed at me: Tell her, Brad! Tell her how you truly feel! The intensity of that longing took me completely by surprise. I, Brad Rayne, had always prided myself on my straightforwardness, never hesitating to voice my thoughts or emotions. Yet, here I stood, paralyzed, my thumb brushing against her cheek where a tear had just fallen—a simple touch that sent electric pulses through my body.
“Brad? What is it?” she asked, her voice a gentle caress that sent shivers racing down my spine. The way she uttered my name tightened something deep within my chest, igniting a fire I could no longer ignore.
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing larger with each passing second. How could I possibly articulate this? To confess my feelings felt like treason against everything my family stood for. An Alpha of pure blood admitting to something so profound for a human? It was practically unheard of. Yet, the compulsion to speak was overwhelming, a physical force pushing the words up my throat, begging to be set free.
Her face was etched in my memory—those uniquely colored eyes that sparkled with emotion, the small freckle just above her temple, and the soft curve of her lips that seemed to beckon me closer. I was entranced, unable to tear my gaze away from her.
“I like…” I finally began, my voice barely a whisper, trembling under the weight of my confession. My heart thundered in my chest, each beat a reminder of what was at stake, what I stood to lose.
But just as I was poised to bare my soul, a sharp knock on the door sliced through the moment like a jagged knife, shattering the fragile atmosphere we had created.
I recoiled, reality crashing back into the room like a wave, cold and unrelenting, pulling me from the warmth of our connection.
Damn it. Does it have to be now?
Elle blinked rapidly, her expression shifting as if she too was awakening from a dream. “Who is it?” she called out, her voice quavering slightly, betraying her unease.
“Brad… It’s Marissa,” came the sickeningly sweet voice from the other side of the door. “I need to talk to you alone. Please, just give me a chance?”
My expression hardened instantly, irritation boiling beneath the surface. That infuriating she-wolf.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop her,” Sophia’s voice followed closely, laced with genuine regret.
In a flurry of movement, I distanced myself from Elle, perhaps too hastily, rolling off the sofa in one fluid motion. The sudden space between us felt like an icy chasm, awkward and uncomfortable.
Elle seemed to shake off the remnants of our moment, sitting up straighter and smoothing down her clothes, a faint blush creeping up her neck. The sight of it ignited a longing in me to bridge the distance again, but I fought against it, knowing I had to remain steady.
“Come in,” I said, my tone colder than I intended, my eyes never leaving Elle’s face, desperate to hold onto that connection for just a moment longer.
The door creaked open, and Marissa stepped in first, followed closely by Sophia. Marissa’s gaze immediately zeroed in on the rumpled bed where Elle still sat, and I could see the darkness clouding her expression.
She narrowed her eyes at Elle, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, knuckles whitening under the pressure. The threat simmering in her gaze was palpable, even as she maintained an outwardly composed facade.
Sophia, on the other hand, watched Marissa with a look of disdain, a small smirk tugging at her lips. I knew that expression all too well—Sophia relished in seeing Marissa squirm, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction at the sight.
“What do you want?” I demanded sharply, irritation dripping from my words. “Who let you in?”
Marissa flinched slightly at my tone but quickly regained her composure. “Brad, please. I need to speak with you. Alone.”
Elle, sensing the rising tension, stood up from the bed, her voice quiet yet resolute. “I’ll give you some privacy,” she said, her gaze flickering between us, a mix of concern and determination.
A part of me wanted to urge her to stay, to finish what I had begun to say before our moment was so rudely interrupted. But perhaps it was for the best. What was I thinking, anyway?
I remained silent as Elle walked toward the door, gently taking Sophia’s arm. They stepped out, and Elle closed the door softly behind them, leaving me alone with Marissa.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I turned to face Marissa, my expression as cold as ice. “What the hell do you want? How dare you show up here?”
“Brad,” she whispered, taking a tentative step closer, her voice dripping with feigned vulnerability. “I’ve missed you so much. We need to talk about us.”
I couldn’t help but let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the silence of the room, bitter and incredulous. “There is no ‘us,’ Marissa. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“How much?” I asked abruptly, cutting straight to the chase, my patience wearing thin.
“What?” She looked taken aback, confusion flickering across her features.
“How much money do you want? That’s what you’re after, isn’t it?”
Her expression crumpled, tears pooling in her eyes, a well-rehearsed performance I had witnessed far too many times. “How can you say that to me?” she cried, reaching for my arm in a desperate attempt to connect.
I recoiled, stepping back with a visceral disgust at the thought of her touch. After sharing a moment with Elle, any other woman’s contact felt like an invasion, a violation of something precious.
Just then, Alex knocked and entered with perfect timing, as if sensing my need for backup.
“You need to leave,” I told Marissa, my tone unwavering and unyielding.
Instead of complying, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around my waist in a desperate embrace. “Please, Brad, just listen to me! I came with Elle. She told me—”
“Get off me,” I growled, prying her hands away with a forceful shove. “You expect me to believe anything you say about Elle?”
“Brad, please!” Tears streamed down her face, a cascade of emotions that did nothing to sway me. “I still love you! We were so good together. Remember how you used to stand up to Elizabeth for me?”
I looked at her with a mixture of contempt and disbelief. “We were never ‘good together,’ Marissa. I was blind, and you were nothing but opportunistic.”
“I made mistakes,” she admitted, her voice trembling, breaking under the weight of her own guilt. “I was stupid and scared. I cared too much about you—”
“You only care about yourself,” I interrupted coldly, cutting through her words like a knife. “Don’t insult my intelligence.”
Bitter laughter escaped my lips. “I once thought you were special. Turns out you’re just shamelessly ordinary.”
I pulled a chair over and sat down, stretching my legs out in front of me, trying to exude an air of nonchalance. “You kept saying you had something to tell me. If you’ve got nothing new to say, you can get the hell out.”
“Brad, you can’t treat me like this!” she cried, her voice rising in desperation.
“Your time’s up,” I said firmly, pressing a button on the wall panel. “You had your chance to say something meaningful, and you wasted it.”
Alex knocked and entered immediately, his timing impeccable as always.
“Mr. Rayne?” he inquired, already moving toward Marissa with purpose.
“Ms. Hopkins is leaving,” I stated flatly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Alex grasped Marissa’s arm with a firm grip, ignoring her protests and tears as he guided her toward the door.
“Brad, please!” she wailed, struggling against Alex’s hold. “You can’t do this! We belong together!”
I watched impassively as Alex escorted her out, her cries fading into the distance down the hallway.
When the door closed behind them, silence enveloped the room once more. I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling, frustration bubbling within me. “Uhh, goddamn it!”
**Conclusion**
In the aftermath of Marissa’s abrupt intrusion, the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air, stifling the electric connection that had sparked between me and Elle. The moment I had nearly seized—the chance to confess my feelings—now felt like a distant dream, swallowed by the chaos of unresolved emotions and external pressures. As I sat in silence, frustration coursing through me, I realized that the barriers erected by my family’s expectations and my own fears were suffocating. The longing to bridge the distance between myself and Elle was palpable, yet the reality of my world threatened to pull me back into the shadows, where I had always found solace but never true happiness.
My heart raced with a mixture of regret and determination. I understood now that the risk of vulnerability was a price worth paying, even if it meant defying the legacy of my lineage. The encounter with Marissa had crystallized my feelings for Elle, illuminating the path I must take. As the silence settled around me, I knew that I could no longer allow fear to dictate my choices. With each passing moment, the memory of Elle’s tear-streaked face lingered in my mind, a reminder of what I stood to lose. Resolute, I vowed to reclaim that connection, to fight against the tide of my past, and to embrace the love that had begun to blossom amidst the chaos—because in the end, it was the waves of emotion, not the constraints of my heritage, that would carry me toward my true self.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter, tensions will reach a boiling point as I grapple with the aftermath of Marissa’s unexpected intrusion. The air is thick with unresolved emotions, and the moment I shared with Elle hangs heavily in the balance. Will I find the courage to confront my feelings and reclaim the connection that was so abruptly severed? As I navigate the complexities of my past with Marissa, I must also contend with the growing bond I share with Elle, a relationship that defies the expectations of my lineage and the very essence of who I am as an Alpha.
Moreover, the stakes are higher than ever. With Marissa’s manipulative tendencies still lurking in the shadows, my resolve will be tested. As I wrestle with my emotions, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the dynamics of power, loyalty, and the struggle for identity in a world that demands conformity. Readers can anticipate explosive confrontations, heart-wrenching decisions, and perhaps even a revelation that could change everything for me and Elle. Will I finally find the strength to embrace my true feelings, or will the ghosts of my past continue to haunt me? The next chapter is set to be a thrilling ride filled with passion, conflict, and the relentless pursuit of love against all odds.
Conclusion
As the echoes of Marissa’s departure faded into the silence of the room, I was left grappling with the tumult of emotions that had surged within me. The moment with Elle, so close yet so cruelly snatched away, weighed heavily on my heart. It was a stark reminder of the barriers I had built around myself, fortified by fear and obligation. Yet, as I replayed the fleeting connection we had shared—the warmth of her gaze, the softness of her touch—I understood that I could no longer let my family’s expectations dictate my path. The longing to reach out to her, to bridge the chasm that had formed between us, burned brighter than any fear I harbored.
In that moment of solitude, clarity washed over me. I recognized that love, in its purest form, demanded courage and vulnerability, qualities I had always prided myself on possessing. The chaotic intrusion of my past had only served to illuminate the truth of my feelings for Elle, solidifying my resolve to fight for what truly mattered. I could no longer remain anchored in the shadows of my lineage; it was time to step into the light and embrace the love that had begun to blossom between us. With a newfound determination coursing through me, I vowed to reclaim that connection and confront the challenges that lay ahead. The waves of emotion that had once threatened to drown me now propelled me forward, guiding me toward the possibility of a future where I could finally be true to myself and to Elle.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as I confront the fallout from Marissa’s unwelcome return. With the fragile connection I nearly forged with Elle hanging by a thread, the stakes have never felt higher. The tension in the air is palpable, and as I wrestle with my feelings, I must also face the consequences of my past decisions. Will I summon the courage to break free from the constraints of my family’s expectations and finally articulate the depth of my feelings for Elle? The chapter promises to explore this pivotal moment, where vulnerability might just lead to liberation—or further entanglement in the web of my past.
As I navigate the complexities of my relationships, the chapter will also delve into Marissa’s intentions and the lengths she might go to reclaim what she believes is hers. The confrontation between us will be charged with unresolved tension and the bitter remnants of our history, forcing me to reevaluate what I truly want. With Elle’s presence looming in my heart and mind, the struggle for clarity will be fierce. Readers can anticipate explosive confrontations that will test my resolve, as well as moments of introspection that reveal the true nature of my desires. Will I be able to rise above the chaos and embrace the love that calls to me, or will I succumb to the shadows of my past? The next chapter is set to be an emotional rollercoaster, filled with passion, conflict, and the relentless quest for truth in the face of adversity.
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