Chapter 0311

Hannah

My fingers traced the delicate lace patterns on the pillowcase while my eyes wandered the floral wallpaper, picking out patterns that I had almost forgotten over the years. The sun streamed in through the open window, the sheer curtains billowing slightly in the wind.

Everything in this room was exactly as I had left it years ago. The soft pink duvet, the white furniture, the stuffed animals still arranged neatly on the window seat–it was all a testament to the girl I used to be.

Innocent, kindhearted, sweet…..

All things that I didn’t feel anymore.

My eyes drifted to the desk beneath the large window, where I used to sit for hours, writing those letters to Noah during our two years apart. I could almost see my younger self sitting there, head bent over a piece of paper, pouring her heart out.

I closed my eyes, remembering the ritual that accompanied each letter. The careful selection of

stationery, the meticulous handwriting, and finally, the light spritz of perfume before sealing thelope.

How naive I had been back then, head over heels for the boy I had spent my summer with.

back to those innocent days… and refuse the arranged marriage with

spent the rest of my life looking back on that summer fondly. Maybe then, the memories wouldn’t have been

marriage, I had been too

from his study. “We have something

entered the room. My father, Stephen, sat behind his mahogany desk. Noah’s father, Marcus, sat in

something to tell you,” my father began, an excited

formal attire from the Alpha event we had been. attending earlier that evening–some gala or another, I could hardly remember. Although Ldid remember what dress I wore:


nothing spectacular about it, but I remembered how astonished

gangly boy I had met two summers ago, but had turned into a handsome young man. Lean, muscular, a chiseled jaw and stormy green eyes. A dark mop of

the years hadn’t been particularly kind; his fated mate, Zoe, had

I didn’t press when I had run into him earlier at the event and

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Chapter 0311

distant; I told myself he was just grieving, and maybe a little awkward after our

the

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