Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 53 - Speculations

Elektra's pov:

I woke up in a room I didn't recognize. Darkness pressed against the windows, but a soft, golden glow came from a small lamp in the corner. Blinking groggily, I fumbled for the light switch on the wall beside me. When the ceiling lights flickered on, the sudden brightness stabbed at my eyes, making them water until they slowly adjusted.

I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. The room was spacious and elegant, dressed in warm shades of white and cream that felt both luxurious and calming. To my right stood a grand, mirrored wardrobe, its sleek doors reflecting the ambient light. To my left, a narrow door—likely leading to the bathroom—stood slightly ajar. I was lying on a large, double bed with crisp cotton sheets and a plush blanket that still held the warmth of sleep.

A wave of disorientation swept over me, followed quickly by a rush of memory.

Alexander's office. His pleading eyes. My refusal. The dizzying weight of it all.

And then—I fainted.

Oh my goddess, what have I done?

Panic fluttered in my chest like a trapped bird. How could I have reacted that way? What was I thinking?

This man—Alexander—had always been there for me. Steady, patient, unwavering. He supported me when no one else did, offering strength when mine faltered. And I had rejected him... after everything.

I felt so ashamed of myself. How could I have been so naive? How would I ever be able to look him in the eye again after everything? The only thought echoing in my mind was clear and urgent: I have to get out of here. Now.

"Don't you dare do such a thing! I've had enough of your nonsense!" Frostie's voice flared up in my head, sharp and angry.

"I can't face him after what I did! I just can't, Frostie. Please, try to understand!" I pleaded silently, clutching the blanket tighter around me.

"Don't be such a baby! You are a grown woman. Face the consequences of your actions!"

"I... I can't. I'm not ready. I mean—I will. I promise. Just not right now!"

The mental tug-of-war left my chest tight and my mind spinning. That's when a knock on the door broke the tension, and my heart shot into my throat, pounding furiously.

"Yes?" I managed to call out, scrambling to pull the blanket up around my shoulders to look more composed. The knock had been so gentle, I assumed it must be an omega.

But I was wrong.

The door creaked open, and there he was—Alexander.

He stepped into the room with quiet grace, his presence filling the space effortlessly. My breath hitched as he approached. He wore concern like a second skin, but his expression was calm, unreadable.

"Hello, Elektra. How are you feeling?" he asked gently, settling beside the bed with a patience that made everything inside me ache.

"I... I'm fine," I stammered, eyes fixed on a spot just past his shoulder. Anything to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Elektra..." His voice softened, laced with that tender warmth that had always disarmed me.

"Please... don't." I cut him off, timidly placing my hand over his to stop him—both his words and his nearness.

The moment our skin touched, everything shifted.

A surge of warmth coursed through my arm, crackling down to my fingertips. My breath caught in my throat as a flutter of energy danced along my skin. The sparkles.The very ones everyone whispered about—the ones I had never truly believed in. But they were real. I felt them. And they were unmistakable. How?How could this be happening—now, of all times?