Chapter 90
I swallowed, touched by the raw vulnerability in his gaze. “No, you didn’t scare me,” I said softly. “It’s just… Lirian, I think you’re right. Maybe we really are…” I hesitated, the word seeming foreign yet natural on my lips, mates
. But it‘
strange. Why haven’t I felt it before?”
Lirian’s eyes darkened, frustration mingling with relief as he listened. “I always thought you knew, that maybe you were pretending not to because of… him. Because of Ryan.”
He looked away briefly, his jaw tense as if recalling memories that caused him pain. “I thought you’d reject me. That you’d choose him over me, and yet, the way you’d look at me sometimes… I felt like I had a chance.”
“No, Lirian,” I replied, shaking my head. “It’s not because of Ryan. In another life, maybe I would’ve done something like that, but not in this one. Not anymore.”
Lirian’s gaze flickered, a hopeful light in his eyes. “So you’re saying… you’re not choosing him? You don’t love him anymore?”
A soft, sad smile tugged at my lips. “Of course not. After everything, Lirian, I thought you’d see by now that whatever was between Ryan and me.. it’s over.”
As I said it, a troubling thought flashed in my mind–a dark possibility I’d been too afraid to consider until now. Could it be that Ryan had somehow tampered with me, with my senses? What if, in our previous life together, my mate had been Lirian all along?
What if I’d never known, if Ryan had somehow hidden it from me, kept me from feeling Lirian’s presence, his scent, that undeniable pull?
I felt a surge of anger as the realization settled, my fists clenching at the thought. “How long,” I muttered, my voice wavering as my mind pieced it together. “How long has Ryan been dosing me with wolfsbane? All this time, keeping me oblivious to my mate?”
Lirian noticed the tremble in my voice, his eyes widening as he quickly reached out, steadying ine, “Sophia, are you alright? What’s wrong?”
I took a deep breath, nodding to reassure him. “I’m fine,” I replied, though my voice held a note of fury. All I wanted was to storm down there, to confront Ryan, to make him answer for whatever hold he thought he could have on me.
Just then, my phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the tension. I glanced at the screen and
swered. Zane’s familiar voice echoed through the line. “Sophia,” he said, “whenever you’re ready.
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Chapter 90
come to Vancouver. The first batch of the drugs has been made.”
Lirian was scrolling through his phone, his attention wandering until a voice–an unfamiliar male voice–came from my phone. I felt him go still beside me, his fingers momentarily tightening before he glanced my way with a narrowed gaze.
There was something possessive in his expression, an edge in his posture that made me almost
shiver.
Then he spoke, voice low and questioning. “Something wrong with your health? Why are you on medication?”
Zane, on the other end of the call, must have picked up on the hint of another presence. His voice sharpened with suspicion. “You have another man there? Remember, this is a secret between us.”
The atmosphere became thick with unspoken tension as their words hung in the air. It was as though some unseen spark had ignited, creating an unspoken rivalry.
Neither of them had met, yet a clash of wills seemed to rise between them.
Suddenly, a strange noise crackled from Zane’s end, like a shift in background chatter. His voice grew serious, a weight I hadn’t heard before layering his words.
Sophia, I’m in the middle of something here, so call back when you’re free. But listen-“he hesitated, his voice tinged with something cryptic, “the ‘fish‘ might be about to take the bait.”
And just like that, the line went dead, leaving me with a gnawing feeling of unease, a dark premonition creeping up my spine.
In his last life, Zane’s death at the hands of Victor’s plot, and the fall of the life of the young biological genius was known as a loss the werewolf world could not recover from.
And these last few days have coincided with the day Zane was killed in his last life.
But this time, I was no longer a bystander, nor a passerby powerless to change my fate.
We will definitely change each other’s destinies.
