Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 55 - Dead end

Elektra's pov:

After having breakfast alone in my room—barely managing a few bites—an omega arrived to inform me that Alexander was already waiting at the parking lot.

I grabbed my bag and hurried out.

Alexander didn't say a word when I got in. He just started the engine and accelerated sharply, as though he couldn't stand being idle another second. The silence between us was heavy, suffocating. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his jaw clenched. His mood was unmistakable—he was furious, and I couldn't blame him.

Still, my heart ached. His silence cut deeper than any words could.

The closer we got to the Elders' village, the more unsettled I felt. The road grew narrower, climbing steeply into the forested hills. We parked the car and continued the rest of the way on foot. The sun filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the path, but I could hardly appreciate the view. Alexander walked ahead without so much as a glance in my direction.

Oh Goddess, how did I manage to mess this up so badly? I thought, biting my lower lip. He has every right to be angry, but my heart... it can't take his silence.

We finally reached the village. Without hesitation, we headed straight to Elder Anaxagoras' cabin and knocked. His voice called out for us to enter.

"Welcome again. I've been expecting you," the Elder said with a small, mysterious smile.

"Good morning, Elder Anaxagoras," Alexander said respectfully, bowing slightly.

The Elder gestured for us to sit and offered tea. Alexander took a sip, then launched into a tense explanation. I could feel the strain in his voice. He was desperate for answers, and despite everything, I wished I could ease that weight from him.

But Anaxagoras raised a hand. "Slow down, my child. Everything will be arranged in its time. Have faith in our Goddess—she knows what she's doing."

I couldn't help myself—I rolled my eyes slightly at the familiar phrase. But the Elder noticed.

His sharp gaze pierced through me. "Child," he said slowly, "your soul is troubled and confused."

"I... I..." I couldn't find words. He was right.

"Alexander, would you please give us a moment?" the Elder asked suddenly.

Alexander looked stunned but obeyed. "Y–Yes, of course." He stood and left without a word.

The moment the door shut, Anaxagoras turned to me with a tone far more severe than before.

"What you did was wrong," he said bluntly. "You disrespected the Goddess's law. You rejected your mate for a selfish, foolish reason. You played with the most sacred thing a werewolf can possess—the bond. It was reckless. Immature."

"I... I know," I murmured, my voice cracking. "I know I messed up."

There was a long pause. Then he delivered the blow.

"Your wolf has abandoned you."

"What?" I blinked at him, horrified. "No. That's not true. I can feel her—I speak with her."

He shook his head gravely. "What you've been hearing is not your wolf. It's your conscience taking the form of her voice, trying to protect you from the truth."

"No... that can't be. You're wrong."

"I am not," he said firmly. "Your wolf left you the moment you rejected your mate."