Chapter Eleven:When He Came Back
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ANGEL’S POV
The door had barely settled after she left. But it didn’t feel like she was gone. Her presence still lingered in the room, in my head, in my chest. I stood there for a while. Not moving, just staring at the door. Trying to steady my breathing, trying to shake off the feeling she left behind. But it didn’t go away. Her words stayed. Enjoy it while it lasts.
My fingers curled slowly at my side, I exhaled.
“She’s not done,” I whispered. I didn’t know why I said it out loud, maybe to make it real.
Maybe because I already knew. This wasn’t over.
I walked back slowly into the room. Each step is heavier than before. My mind replayed everything. The way she spoke, the way she looked at me. Calm, too calm. That kind of calm wasn’t harmless. It was controlled.
And that scared me more than anger would have.
I sat on the edge of the bed. My hands resting on my lap. Still, but not steady. I looked around the room. Everything still felt like his. Cold, Distant, Untouchable. Like him. I leaned back slowly, resting my head against the wall behind the bed. My eyes closed for a moment.
Just a moment. But even then, I couldn’t relax. My chest is still tight. My thoughts are still loud, and underneath it all that pulls.
Mate…
I pressed my lips together. “I don’t want this,” I whispered. But my body didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care. It stayed, restless, waiting. I opened my eyes again. Staring at nothing. Time passed, I didn’t know how long. Minutes or maybe more. Everything felt slow, heavy. Then the door opened. I sat up immediately.
My heart jumped before I even saw him.
He walked in like before.
Calm, controlled, like nothing had changed. But something had. At least for me. He closed the door behind him. And just like that, the air shifted again. His scent filled the space. Stronger, Closer. My chest tightened instantly.
Mate…
I swallowed. He didn’t say anything at first.
Just walked further into the room. Like he was used to this. Like I wasn’t there, like I didn’t matter. But I knew he felt it too. He had to.
Even if he didn’t show it. I watched him quietly. Trying to read something. Just anything.
But his face gave nothing away. “Someone came,” I said.
The words came out before I could stop them.
He paused. Just slightly.
Then he continued walking. “I know,” he said.
I blinked.
“You do?” He turned his head a little.
“Emerald.”
My chest tightened again. Of course, he knew.
“She came here,” I added.
“I said," I know.” His voice was calm, too calm.
That irritated me just a little.
“You’re not going to ask what she said?” I asked.
He stopped this time. Turned slightly toward me. His eyes landed on mine. Sharp, Steady.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said.
My fingers curled slightly.
“It does.” I said.
He watched me for a moment.
Like he was deciding something. Then he asked
“What did she say?”
I hesitated. Not because I forgot, but because saying it out loud made it real.
“She told me you didn’t choose me,” I said quietly.
His expression didn’t change. “She said you chose her.” Still nothing. No reaction, no denial. Just that same calm face. My chest tightened again.
“She told me to enjoy it while it lasts.”
The words felt heavier now and louder.
He looked at me for a longer second. Then turned away.
“That sounds like her.” he said.
That was it, that was all he said. I stared at him, waiting for something more. But nothing came.
“That’s all?” I asked. He glanced back slightly.
“What do you want me to say?”
I shook my head slowly.
“I don’t know.”
Maybe I did.
Maybe I wanted him to deny it, to say she was wrong, to say something that made this feel less… temporary. But he didn't, that said enough.
Silence settled again. Heavy, Uncomfortable.
I looked away at first. Because I couldn’t hold it.
Not when it felt like that.
“She meant it,” I said quietly.
He didn’t respond.
But I continued anyway.
“The way she spoke… the way she looked at me…”
I wrapped my arms around myself again.
“She’s not letting this go.”
“She doesn’t have a choice.”
I looked up at him.
“That’s what you said before.”
“And it’s still true.”
His voice was firm, certain, but it didn’t feel real to me. Not after what I saw.
“You’re underestimating her,” I said.
He didn’t respond.
Just moved past me toward the table.
Like the conversation didn’t matter anymore.
Like my words didn’t matter.
Something in my chest tightened again.
Frustration this time.
“Why do you act like this?” I asked.
The words slipped out.
He stopped.
But didn’t turn.
“Like what?”
“Like nothing matters,” I said.
“Like this—” I gestured slightly between us," Is nothing.”
He turned slowly this time. His eyes locked on mine, cold.
“But it is nothing.”
The words hit hard.
I swallowed. Even though I already knew that.
Even though I felt it from him before.
Hearing it like this
It still hurts.
“This is just a bond,” he continued.
“Not a choice.”
I nodded slowly.
“I know.”
My voice came out quieter than I wanted.
“I didn’t ask for it either.”
Then he stepped closer. Not too close, but enough.
Enough for me to feel it again. That pull.
Stronger now. My breath caught slightly.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t step back.
Even though part of me wanted to.
Even though part of me didn’t.
“That doesn’t change anything,” he said.
His voice is lower now.
Closer.
“Then what does?” I asked softly.
The question stayed between us.
He didn’t answer, didn't move.
Just looked at me, and for a second, Just one second
Something in his eyes shifted. Not cold, Not angry. Something else. Something I couldn’t understand. Then it was gone. Just like that.
He stepped back, turning away. Like it never happened.
“Get some rest,” he said.
Like before. Like nothing changed. I stood there for a moment, not moving, not speaking,
My chest is still tight.
My thoughts are louder than ever. Then slowly
I sat back down on the bed. My hands rested on my lap again. Still not steady, I looked at him one last time. Standing there.
Distant, Controlled,Untouchable.
And I realized something.
Clear.
Uncomfortable.
He wasn’t the only thing I had to worry about.
Not anymore, because now there was her too. And whatever she was planning…
I could feel it.
Even if I didn’t know it yet. I lay down slowly, turning away again. Creating space, even if it didn’t help. Because the bond was still there.
That pull, that connection, that wouldn’t leave.
No matter what I felt, no matter what he said.
My eyes stayed open. Staring into the quiet.
Listening, Thinking, and holding onto one truth.
This wasn’t simple. It wasn’t just me and him.
It was something bigger now, something I was already inside, and I didn’t know how to get out.
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