Chapter 314 Respite

Ella

The door to the bathroom swung shut behind me with a quiet click, muffling the ambient sounds of the courthouse’s busy hallway.

For a moment, the silence was overpowering, offering a brief respite from the chaotic world outside. Cold tiles met my stiletto heels, and I leaned over the sink, staring at my reflection. My usually vibrant eyes looked dull, and trails of tears had smeared my makeup slightly. Taking a deep breath, I let the weight of my emotions wash over me.

I turned on the tap, letting the cold water rush over my hands before splashing some onto my face. Each droplet felt like a tiny balm against my heated skin, a fleeting relief from the oppressive weight of guilt that threatened to crush me.

“Why did I ever think this was a good idea?” I whispered, the weight of my decisions bearing down on me. My wolf stirred, a familiar presence at the back of my mind.

“We wanted to make a difference, remember?” she murmured, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze.

“But like this?” I shot back, frustration evident in my tone. “Working with the mafia? Aligning ourselves with people like Logan Barrett for what? Career opportunities? A shot at a successful career as a lawyer?”

The heaviness in my chest intensified, a sour taste lingering in my mouth. I felt sickened by the path I had chosen, regret gnawing at the edges of my consciousness.

“Your intentions were pure,” my wolf argued, her tone soothing. “But lately it feels like Logan tricked us. We believed he wanted to be better. Maybe he just wanted us by his side, to have us as a lawyer, to use our expertise.”

I scoffed bitterly, gripping the sink’s cool edges. “He’s a master manipulator, that’s for sure. I wish I never met him. I… I hate him.”

“I hate him too right now. But unfortunately, he is our fated mate,” my wolf reminded me gently, a touch of sadness in the tone of her voice.

of hair sticking to my cheeks from where I splashed

being our mate. Not now, not ever. And I don’t

light and the muffled hum of voices from outside. The woman who

a moment, the world seemed to stand still. With tears shimmering in her eyes, her voice trembled with a

Smith’s eyes narrowed. “How can a fellow woman bring herself to side with a… a… sicko like

heavy in the cold air of the bathroom. Her gaze, once teary and anguished, now bore into mine with a potent mixture

whispered, the single word cutting through the silence like a knife. “How can

a moment, I felt as though I was being strangled by the weight of my own guilt. “Miss Smith,” I began, my voice shaking. “It’s… it’s

brown eyes searching mine. “Complicated? My son’s life is

heart ached, and the

my voice barely audible. “But you’re not.

of the very system that’s tearing my

understand your pain,” I murmured, trying to find

will save my son? Do you think they’ll make up for the hell you two are putting us through?” Her voice quivered with emotion, each word stabbing

went into law to help people like you,” I admitted, my voice choked with emotion. “I never imagined I’d be on this side

fierce gaze softening slightly as

pressing down on me. My mind raced, searching for an answer, but the truth was too convoluted, too entangled in the web of

misting with tears. “But I don’t. I’m

took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. “Your apologies won’t change the situation. But maybe your actions can. If you truly regret this,

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