Chapter 144 A Test of Fate
That infuriating man was teasing me again.
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My heartbeat quickened, but I steadied myself with a deep breath and met Caden’s intense gaze. “Caden, let’s play a game.”
He raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard. “What kind of game?”
“In this city of romance, let’s see if fate is on our side,” I suggested, pressing my lips together.
Curiosity flickered in his eyes. “And how do we do that?”
“We each walk in opposite directions. If we cross paths again, it means we’re destined to be together,” I explained simply.
Caden pondered for a moment before nodding. “Alright.”
“You go first,” I insisted, wary of any tricks he might pull. I pointed ahead to make sure he followed the rules.
Holding my gaze, he smirked. “I’ll prove fate is on my side.”
As his tall figure gradually faded from view, my emotions churned in a way I couldn’t quite explain.
What did I feel for Caden?
Was it an attraction? Maybe. Did I like him? That seemed likely too.
But was it love? I wasn’t sure of it.
One thing I did know–I had never felt this way about anyone before.
And yet, Tessa’s shadow lingered in my mind. She was the girl Caden had once loved.
A knot of fear tightened in my chest.
What if I was just a stand–in for her? What if his pursuit of me wasn’t truly about me, but about her?
Moon Goddess, should I let him into my heart?
I shook off the thoughts with a deep breath and wandered through the streets of Phoshire, letting the city’s glow distract me.
But as the sun dipped below the horizon, I still hadn’t run into Caden.
So, was fate not on our side?
A faint, bitter smile tugged at my lips as I prepared to flag down a taxi back to the hotel.But just then, something caught my eye: a nearby amusement park.
Why did it seem so familiar? It was as if I had been there before.
Blurry images flickered through my mind. I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to grasp onto the fleeting memories, but they slipped away like mist.
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It felt like something had been wiped away–something important.
What was it? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall.
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At 13, I had fallen gravely ill, teetering on the edge of death. When I finally recovered, large chunks of my past had vanished.
Grandpa once told me my parents had passed away when I was very young.
For as long as I could remember, they had been nothing more than distant, fading silhouettes.
Whenever I tried to recall them, an unbearable headache would set in. Even after becoming the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, the pain hadn’t gone away.
So, over time, I chose to avoid thinking about it altogether.
But now–why, all of a sudden, could I picture my parents taking me to the amusement park?
The memory felt so vivid, so real.
I couldn’t help but walk toward the amusement park.
Standing at the gate, I peered inside, hoping to trigger more memories. Flashes of the past surfaced in my mind, each one leaving a sharp pain behind.
Frustration built within me. Why couldn’t I remember?
Why couldn’t I even picture my parents‘ faces?
As darkness settled over the city, neon signs illuminated the streets with vibrant hues. The once–bright sky had dimmed, and a gentle drizzle began to fall.
A chilly gust of wind brushed against me, making me pull my coat tighter around my body.
Then, out of nowhere, a black umbrella appeared above me.
Startled, I turned around and found myself face–to–face with a familiar figure.
“Caden? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief as an unexpected warmth stirred in my chest.
Under the soft glow of the streetlights, his tailored ash–gray suit accentuated his lean, well–built frame.
His deep, ocean–like eyes held mine with an unreadable emotion, and a faint smirk touched his lips as his smooth voice drifted through the air.
“You wanted to see if fate was real. Now that we’ve run into each other again, doesn’t that prove we were meant to meet?”
For a brief moment, my heart faltered.
In a city teeming with millions, of all the places and times, I had encountered Caden again.
Was it destiny?
Yet, if it was, why hadn’t the Moon Goddess‘ Red Thread bound us together?
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