Little witch

Preparing for confrontation

Adeline's POV

The month seemed to fly by in a blur of routine. I found myself settling into a rhythm that was both comforting and strange. Each day was a mix of work at the diner, occasional chats with Zander and Titus when they stopped by, and quiet evenings spent alone in my motel room. The simple familiarity of the routine helped me feel a bit more grounded, and the weight of my past seemed lighter with each passing day.

Working at the diner became more than just a job. It provided a sense of normalcy that I hadn't experienced in years. I threw myself into my tasks, finding solace in the steady rhythm of serving meals and chatting with the regulars. The diner's regulars grew to recognize me, and their friendly nods and greetings made me feel like I was becoming a part of the community, even if it was just a small piece of it.

On my days off, I spent time diving into my online college classes. Teaching had always been my dream, but it had felt out of reach for so long. Now, with the stability I'd managed to carve out for myself, it seemed like the perfect time to pursue that dream. The classes were challenging but fulfilling, offering me a glimpse into a future that felt brighter and more achievable with each assignment I completed.

The sense of security Titus had promised remained true. I felt safe here, a feeling that was as new as it was precious. The occasional conversations with him and Zander reassured me that I was welcome, and their presence was a constant reminder of the pack's watchful care.

Despite this growing comfort, my mind remained preoccupied with the issue of mates. Over the past month, I had done more research, trying to piece together the strange, compelling connection I felt with Titus. The signs were undeniable—every article and account I read seemed to point to the same conclusion: that we might be mates.

The idea was both fascinating and terrifying. I couldn't ignore the pull I felt towards him, nor could I dismiss the overwhelming sense of connection that seemed to grow stronger each time we interacted. Yet, the thought of confronting Titus about this, especially given how cautious I had to be with my past experiences, filled me with anxiety.

I knew I had to address the issue directly if I wanted to understand what was happening between us. Avoiding it wouldn't make it go away, and the growing tension was only making things more complicated. I needed to speak to Titus openly, to seek some clarity about our connection and what it meant for us.

The next time I saw Titus, I planned to make my move. I wanted to confront him with my concerns, to lay everything out on the table and see where we stood. It was a risk, but one I felt was necessary if I wanted to move forward and understand what lay ahead.

As I prepared for the day, I tried to calm my nerves. I could feel the weight of anticipation and apprehension pressing down on me. The thought of facing Titus with such personal questions was daunting, but I reminded myself of why it was important. I needed answers to move forward, and I owed it to myself to seek them out.

The diner buzzed with its usual activity as I took my place behind the counter. Each clink of dishes and hum of conversation was a welcome distraction from the knot of anxiety in my stomach. I focused on my tasks, trying to steady my mind and prepare myself for the inevitable conversation that awaited.

When Titus and Zander walked in, the familiar mix of excitement and nerves surged through me. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the importance of the upcoming conversation. I would approach Titus calmly and honestly, no matter how nervous I felt. It was time to seek clarity and find out where this strange, undeniable connection was leading us.