Fated reborn - Chapter 232: Chapter 232
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Dorian pov.
Sleep wasn’t coming tonight.
I could feel it deep in my bones, that restless energy twisting inside me, like a knot that wouldn’t loosen. The mate bond had latched onto me, weaving itself into every thought, every breath. It was maddening, and yet—I didn’t hate it.
I sighed, pushing up from my bed, running a hand through my hair as I started pacing. Back and forth. Again and again. My bare feet barely made a sound against the wooden floor, but the silence of the night only made everything feel louder.
I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t anxious.
I just… couldn’t sit still.
I had seen her. She had seen me. And then she ran.
A quiet chuckle escaped me, but it wasn’t really funny. It was just… unexpected.
My fingers curled into fists, then relaxed. I inhaled, exhaled. The scent of pine and burning wood still lingered from downstairs, grounding me, but it didn’t settle the restlessness crawling under my skin.
What was her name again?
I frowned, rubbing my jaw as I tried to pull it from memory.
Tri… Tr—Damn it, what was it?
I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. It was right there, just out of reach.
Tri… Tri—
Trini.
The second it clicked, something warm curled in my chest, spreading through me like wildfire. I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat for some damn reason, and scrubbed a hand over my face.
This was ridiculous.
I needed water.
Yeah, that’s what I needed.
Something to cool me down, settle me, keep me from doing something stupid—like knocking on her door in the middle of the night.
I stepped out of my room, the hallway quiet except for the distant crackle of the fire downstairs. The pack house was massive, and even at this hour, there were people moving around, quiet murmurs from behind closed doors.
The hospitality in this place was something else. Even the maids walked around like they owned the place, like they were just as important as the Luna herself. It was… strange. But not bad. Just different.
As I rounded the corner, I spotted someone walking toward me.
A woman—tall, elegant, dressed in an expensive silk nightgown that shimmered under the dim lantern light.
A maid?
She carried herself like someone with status, but there was no mistaking it—she was definitely a maid.
I cleared my throat, slowing my steps. “Hey, uh… where can I get some water?”
She blinked, then tilted her head slightly, eyes sharp as they flicked over me. “The kitchen or the dining hall.” Her voice was smooth, effortless.
I nodded. “Thanks, uh…?” I trailed off, waiting for her name.
Her lips curved slightly, like she knew exactly what I was doing. “Lunawyn.”
Lunawyn.
Huh. Fancy name for a maid.
I gave her a small nod. “Alright. Thanks, Lunawyn.”
She didn’t reply, just dipped her head slightly before walking past me, her steps light and unhurried.
I turned toward the dining hall, my pace slower now, thoughts still a tangled mess in my head.
Trini.
I said her name again in my mind, testing the way it felt, the way it settled in my chest like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
The knot in my stomach only tightened.
Tonight was going to be long.
I kept walking, the hallway stretching ahead, quiet except for the distant crackle of the fire somewhere downstairs. The walls had that old, sturdy feel to them, like they’d seen centuries pass. Everything smelled like pine, woodsmoke, and something else—something warm, familiar. It was everywhere now. Clinging to me.
I swallowed hard, rolling my shoulders back. The restless energy wasn’t going anywhere.
The bond was still there, thrumming beneath my skin, coiling tight in my stomach like a knot that refused to loosen. I couldn’t ignore it, no matter how much I tried.
Trini.
The name wouldn’t leave my head.
I never expected to hear it, never expected to see her—didn’t even think she was real. But she was. And she ran.
A sharp breath left me as I stepped into the dining hall. The place was empty now, except for the dim lanterns casting long shadows across the wooden tables. The plates from earlier were gone, cleaned up like the whole scene had never happened.
I went straight for the water, grabbing a glass and filling it from the pitcher that sat at the end of the table. The cold hit my throat, and for a second, it helped. Just a second.
Then my mind started running again.
I gripped the edge of the table, staring down at the grain of the wood, tracing the lines with my eyes.
Why’d she run?
She knew, didn’t she? She felt it.
I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. The bond wasn’t one-sided. That much was obvious. She saw me, and something in her recognized it. The same way it hit me like a freight train, it must’ve hit her, too.
That’s why she ran.
Too much. Too fast.
I understood that.
Didn’t mean it made anything easier.
I ran a hand down my face, then took another sip of water before setting the glass down. My fingers tapped absently against the table. The house was so damn quiet now, like the whole world had slowed down, waiting.
Waiting for what, though?
I turned, dragging a hand through my hair as I started walking again.
Back through the hall, up the stairs.
My body was tired, but my mind was still wide awake, still wired. The anticipation was unbearable, the pull of the bond still strong, still clawing at me.
I wasn’t used to this.
I’d heard stories, sure. The way the bond could make you feel like you were going insane, the way it twisted into you, took root, refused to let go. But knowing about it and feeling it were two different things.
And right now, it was making me feel like I was coming apart at the seams.
I exhaled sharply as I reached my door, pushing it open and stepping inside. The air was cooler here, quieter, but it didn’t settle anything.
Pacing. That’s what I needed.
I started again, back and forth, running a hand through my hair, flexing my fingers, exhaling through my nose.
I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t anxious.
I just needed to see her.
Not to talk, not to force anything—just to see.
Just to know she was real.
My chest tightened, and I let out a low curse, shaking my head. This was ridiculous. I had control over myself. Over my emotions. I wasn’t some lovesick idiot who couldn’t think straight.
And yet…
I stopped, pressing my hands against the edge of the dresser, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. My jaw was tight, my brows drawn together.
The bond was messing with me, no doubt about it.
I needed air.
Sleep wasn’t coming tonight.
I could feel it deep in my bones, that restless energy twisting inside me, like a knot that wouldn’t loosen. The mate bond had latched onto me, weaving itself into every thought, every breath. It was maddening, and yet—I didn’t hate it.
I sighed, pushing up from my bed, running a hand through my hair as I started pacing. Back and forth. Again and again. My bare feet barely made a sound against the wooden floor, but the silence of the night only made everything feel louder.
I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t anxious.
I just… couldn’t sit still.
I had seen her. She had seen me. And then she ran.
A quiet chuckle escaped me, but it wasn’t really funny. It was just… unexpected.
My fingers curled into fists, then relaxed. I inhaled, exhaled. The scent of pine and burning wood still lingered from downstairs, grounding me, but it didn’t settle the restlessness crawling under my skin.
What was her name again?
I frowned, rubbing my jaw as I tried to pull it from memory.
Tri… Tr—Damn it, what was it?
I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. It was right there, just out of reach.
Tri… Tri—
Trini.
The second it clicked, something warm curled in my chest, spreading through me like wildfire. I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat for some damn reason, and scrubbed a hand over my face.
This was ridiculous.
I needed water.
Yeah, that’s what I needed.
Something to cool me down, settle me, keep me from doing something stupid—like knocking on her door in the middle of the night.
I stepped out of my room, the hallway quiet except for the distant crackle of the fire downstairs. The pack house was massive, and even at this hour, there were people moving around, quiet murmurs from behind closed doors.
The hospitality in this place was something else. Even the maids walked around like they owned the place, like they were just as important as the Luna herself. It was… strange. But not bad. Just different.
As I rounded the corner, I spotted someone walking toward me.
A woman—tall, elegant, dressed in an expensive silk nightgown that shimmered under the dim lantern light.
A maid?
She carried herself like someone with status, but there was no mistaking it—she was definitely a maid.
I cleared my throat, slowing my steps. “Hey, uh… where can I get some water?”
She blinked, then tilted her head slightly, eyes sharp as they flicked over me. “The kitchen or the dining hall.” Her voice was smooth, effortless.
I nodded. “Thanks, uh…?” I trailed off, waiting for her name.
Her lips curved slightly, like she knew exactly what I was doing. “Lunawyn.”
Lunawyn.
Huh. Fancy name for a maid.
I gave her a small nod. “Alright. Thanks, Lunawyn.”
She didn’t reply, just dipped her head slightly before walking past me, her steps light and unhurried.
I turned toward the dining hall, my pace slower now, thoughts still a tangled mess in my head.
Trini.
I said her name again in my mind, testing the way it felt, the way it settled in my chest like a piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
The knot in my stomach only tightened.
Tonight was going to be long.
I kept walking, the hallway stretching ahead, quiet except for the distant crackle of the fire somewhere downstairs. The walls had that old, sturdy feel to them, like they’d seen centuries pass. Everything smelled like pine, woodsmoke, and something else—something warm, familiar. It was everywhere now. Clinging to me.
I swallowed hard, rolling my shoulders back. The restless energy wasn’t going anywhere.
The bond was still there, thrumming beneath my skin, coiling tight in my stomach like a knot that refused to loosen. I couldn’t ignore it, no matter how much I tried.
Trini.
The name wouldn’t leave my head.
I never expected to hear it, never expected to see her—didn’t even think she was real. But she was. And she ran.
A sharp breath left me as I stepped into the dining hall. The place was empty now, except for the dim lanterns casting long shadows across the wooden tables. The plates from earlier were gone, cleaned up like the whole scene had never happened.
I went straight for the water, grabbing a glass and filling it from the pitcher that sat at the end of the table. The cold hit my throat, and for a second, it helped. Just a second.
Then my mind started running again.
I gripped the edge of the table, staring down at the grain of the wood, tracing the lines with my eyes.
Why’d she run?
She knew, didn’t she? She felt it.
I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. The bond wasn’t one-sided. That much was obvious. She saw me, and something in her recognized it. The same way it hit me like a freight train, it must’ve hit her, too.
That’s why she ran.
Too much. Too fast.
I understood that.
Didn’t mean it made anything easier.
I ran a hand down my face, then took another sip of water before setting the glass down. My fingers tapped absently against the table. The house was so damn quiet now, like the whole world had slowed down, waiting.
Waiting for what, though?
I turned, dragging a hand through my hair as I started walking again.
Back through the hall, up the stairs.
My body was tired, but my mind was still wide awake, still wired. The anticipation was unbearable, the pull of the bond still strong, still clawing at me.
I wasn’t used to this.
I’d heard stories, sure. The way the bond could make you feel like you were going insane, the way it twisted into you, took root, refused to let go. But knowing about it and feeling it were two different things.
And right now, it was making me feel like I was coming apart at the seams.
I exhaled sharply as I reached my door, pushing it open and stepping inside. The air was cooler here, quieter, but it didn’t settle anything.
Pacing. That’s what I needed.
I started again, back and forth, running a hand through my hair, flexing my fingers, exhaling through my nose.
I wasn’t worried.
I wasn’t anxious.
I just needed to see her.
Not to talk, not to force anything—just to see.
Just to know she was real.
My chest tightened, and I let out a low curse, shaking my head. This was ridiculous. I had control over myself. Over my emotions. I wasn’t some lovesick idiot who couldn’t think straight.
And yet…
I stopped, pressing my hands against the edge of the dresser, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. My jaw was tight, my brows drawn together.
The bond was messing with me, no doubt about it.
I needed air.
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