The Alpha Bond 110

Chapter Hundred and Ten

The evening air was cool and fragrant, carrying the scent of flowers from the garden as I made my way through the dimly lit stone pathway behind the hotel. I had spent the past hour handing out the little souvenirs I had picked up from the Idrija Lace Festival, and when I had given Austin his gift, I had asked where Elijah

was.

"He went outside to get some air," Austin said.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading outside.

The garden behind the hotel was quiet and peaceful, with only the soft rustling of the trees and the distant hum of the festival still lingering in the night air. As I rounded a corner, I spotted Elijah, sitting on a wooden bench beneath an old willow tree. His posture was relaxed, but there was something heavy about the way his shoulders slumped as if he carried the weight of something unseen.

A pang of concern tightened in my chest.

Without making a sound, I snuck up behind him, reaching out carefully before covering his eyes with my hands.

"Guess who?" I whispered, my voice laced with amusement.

There was a brief pause before he let out a low chuckle.

"My lovely mate," Elijah murmured, his voice deep and full of warmth.

I smiled, feeling a flutter of happiness in my chest. I removed my hands and

moved around to face him, settling myself onto his lap without hesitation. As soon as I did, Elijah's strong arms wrapped instinctively around my waist, pulling me close.

"You're in a good mood," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

into him. "The festival was amazing. I wish you had come

let out a small huff. "Austin needed someone

cheek, tilting his face so I could look into his eyes. "And you needed a moment

eyes flickered with something unreadable before he

been a long couple of weeks," he admitted. "I don't think I ever

just days ago. And yet, he had barely spoken about it, throwing himself into our mission with

was like to bury pain so deep that it almost became a

him close. "You don't have to be

a shaky breath, his grip

know how to not be," he confessed, his voice barely

his dark hair, my touch gentle. "You don't have to figure it

of the willow tree's leaves in the breeze. Then, I felt it-the warm, wet sensation against

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Elijah was crying.

My heart clenched.

unspoken grief. I didn't say anything-I didn't need to. Instead, I held him tighter, my hand rubbing soothing

"You don't have to

didn't respond immediately. But after a

swallowed the lump in

me tightening. "I used to think... no matter what happened, my parents would always be there. That I'd have time to make things right." He exhaled sharply. "But I

I knew exactly what he meant. There was never enough time.

"Death never gives you a chance to

his throat working as

tear tracks

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