Fated reborn - Chapter 235: Chapter 235

Dorian pov.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of meetings, handshakes, and discussions that felt way bigger than anything I’d ever sat in on before.
I knew this pack was well-known for its prosperity, but prosperity was a damn understatement. The way they ran things, the efficiency, the power—it was on a whole other level. It made even my pack’s structure feel… outdated. Unpolished.
Marcus had to up his game. I told myself that right then and there. If our pack was gonna keep up, we had to learn from this.
By the time Luciano finally said it was time to go home, I felt drained, but in a good way. Like I’d just been through something important. Something that mattered.
We stepped into the elevator, straightening our suits as the doors slid shut. Victor stretched his arms out, rolling his shoulders like he’d been carrying something heavy all day.
Then— ping.
The elevator Doors opened.
First floor.
The lobby looked different now, emptier. Most of the employees had already left, the once-bustling space now quiet, only a few lingering security guards giving us small nods as we passed.
We walked towards the car, and as soon as we got in, Victor took the wheel while Luciano and Marcus sat in the back.
“Pack leader chat,” Luciano had said, and just like that, I knew the front seat was mine.
Victor and I, both betas to two powerful alphas.
The drive back was long but insignificant. My mind drifted, barely listening to the talk happening behind me. Something about expansion, security measures, alliances. It wasn’t that it didn’t matter—it did. But right now, my mind was somewhere else.
Or rather… on someone else.
Trini.
I could still see her face in my head, still feel the way my body reacted the second I saw her. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t something I could brush off, no matter how much I tried.
And that’s what scared me.
By the time we reached the packhouse, the gates were already swinging open, the guards recognizing the sound of our engine from a distance. Victor handled the wheel smoothly, turning into the driveway like it was second nature.
Expensive cars lined the parking space, and Victor slid ours neatly between them.
We all stepped out.
I stretched immediately, rolling my shoulders, flexing my fingers. The stiffness of the day melted off me as I let out a low groan.
“Ahh, what a day,” I muttered.
Victor smirked. “That was just a glimpse.”
I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Glimpse?” i asked, with a kind of weird expression on my face.
“The drives are long, the meetings are draining, and this was one of the lighter days,” he said, voice full of amusement.
My eyes widened slightly. “So you’re saying you guys deal with way more than this?” i asked.
Victor let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “A lot more.”
I was still trying to process that when we reached the entrance of the packhouse. My eyes instinctively scanned the inside, searching, hoping—
No sign of her.
My stomach clenched, and before I could stop it, disappointment settled in.
Then—
A firm clap on my back.
I turned, startled, only to see Victor smirking at me.
“Be patient, man,” he said, his tone surprisingly reassuring. “She’ll come around.” he said with a reassuring smile.
For a second, I didn’t know how to respond.
Part of me wanted to brush it off, pretend like it wasn’t affecting me as much as it was. But another part of me… the honest part… knew that Victor was right.
I just had to wait.
“I hope so,” I muttered.
Luciano’s voice broke through the moment. “So, we eating now, or freshening up first?”
Marcus and I answered at the same time. “Eating.”
Luciano chuckled. “Figured.” he said.
I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until that moment. The exhaustion of the day had pushed it to the back of my mind, but now that the thought of food was there, it hit me all at once.
We moved to the dining room, taking our usual seats. The table was already set, the warm scent of food filling the air.
Minutes later, the maids came in, carefully placing the plates in front of us.
I barely held back a relieved sigh.
Finally.
I gripped my cutlery, ready to dig in—
But before I could take my first bite, we got distracted.
It started as a feeling.
A shift in the air.
Then, movement—
A shadow.
Lurking just outside the dining room, barely visible from where we sat.
Victor’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Who’s there?” He said
Silence.
Then—
The scent hit me.
Faint at first. Then stronger.
My body tensed immediately.
I knew that scent.
Before I even saw her, before she even stepped fully into the light, I knew.
And then, There she was.
Trini.
Standing at the edge of the room, hesitant but not afraid. Her expression unreadable, but her eyes those sharp, piercing eyes—locked onto mine like they saw straight through me.
She ignored the rest of them.
Didn’t even glance their way.
Her gaze was on me.
Only me.
And then—
“Hey,” she said.
Simple. Quiet.
But it hit me like a punch to the chest.
I swallowed, suddenly forgetting how to breathe properly.
“Hey,” I said back, my voice lower than I intended.
Nobody spoke.
The silence in the room thickened, stretching, charged with something unspoken.
Trini shifted slightly, almost like she wanted to move closer but wasn’t sure if she should.
And I…
I wanted to say something.
Anything.
But for the first time in a long time, words failed me.