Fated reborn - Chapter 239: Chapter 239

Trini Pov.
Balancing the two plates in my hands, I made my way back to Lunawyn’s room, the scent of the warm meal filling the air around me. Each step felt lighter than before, like I was carrying more than just food—I was carrying the comfort of familiarity, of a friendship that had always been there, even when everything else in my life was changing.
Reaching her door, I nudged it open with my elbow and stepped inside. Lunawyn was still sprawled on the bed, her long dark hair fanned out behind her. She sat up slightly when she saw me, her eyes flickering with something playful.
"Took you long enough," she teased.
I rolled my eyes as I walked over to her bedside table, setting the plates down carefully.
"Be grateful I even brought you food," I shot back with a smirk.
She grinned. "Oh, I am. But that doesn’t mean I won’t complain."
I chuckled softly, grabbing my plate and handing hers over. She took it eagerly, inhaling the scent before digging in.
We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the quiet clinking of utensils against the plates. The food was good—Casey never disappointed—and with every bite, I felt a little more at ease, a little more grounded.
Lunawyn was the first to speak between mouthfuls.
"So… are you gonna tell me how it happened?"
I looked up at her, chewing slowly. "How what happened?"
She raised a brow. "You know what. The moment you met him."
I swallowed, placing my fork down. My fingers traced the edge of the plate as I thought about it.
"It was… intense," I admitted finally. "Like my whole body just… knew. The second our eyes met, I felt this pull, this undeniable force. It wasn’t just attraction—it was something deeper. And the moment I accepted the bond, it felt like my soul had been tied to his."
Lunawyn watched me closely, her gaze softer now. "Sounds overwhelming."
"It was," I admitted. "It still is."
She hummed, taking another bite before speaking. "And Trent?"
I exhaled, leaning back against the headboard. "I told you, it’s not the same anymore. It’s like… the feelings I had for him are still there, but they don’t hold the same weight. They’re like shadows of something that used to be real but can never be again."
Lunawyn nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. The bond changes everything."
"It really does," I murmured.
We continued eating, our conversation shifting to lighter topics. She told me about the latest gossip in the pack, about Mika’s ridiculous attempts at flirting with one of the guards, about Casey’s not-so-secret crush on the Alpha’s second-in-command.
It was nice.
For a little while, I could forget about everything else and just exist in this moment with her.
When we were done, I stacked our plates on the nightstand and flopped down beside her. She did the same, stretching her arms above her head before sighing contentedly.
"This was nice," she mused.
I smiled. "Yeah, it was."
We lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The room was dim now, the sunlight fading as the evening settled in.
"You know," she said after a moment, "I always imagined we’d be doing this forever—just hanging out, talking about dumb stuff, making fun of Mika."
I turned my head to look at her. There was something wistful in her expression, something that made my chest ache just a little.
"Things change," I said softly.
"Yeah," she agreed, her voice quieter now. "They do."
A comfortable silence settled between us, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.
But as the sky outside darkened, I knew it was time to go.
Sitting up, I stretched my arms before standing. Lunawyn followed suit, watching me as I walked to the door.
Just as I reached for the handle, I paused.
Turning back to her, I met her gaze, my expression serious.
"Appreciate every small opportunity you have with me now," I told her, my voice gentle but firm.
Her lips parted slightly, her eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, she smiled.
"I will," she promised.
A small smile tugged at my lips in return.
"Goodnight, Lunawyn."
"Goodnight, Trini."
And with that, I stepped out of her room, closing the door softly behind me.
As I walked down the hallway, the weight of the night settled over me, a quiet reminder that things were changing faster than I could grasp.
But for now, I held onto what I had.
For now, that was enough.
As I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my steps felt slower, heavier, as though the weight of my thoughts anchored me in place. The night air creeping in through the open windows sent a soft chill down my spine, but I barely noticed My mind was elsewhere—on the conversation I’d just had, on the ever-shifting reality I was trying to hold onto.
Reaching my room, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting the familiar scent of lavender and warm linen wrap around me. It was a small comfort, one of the few things that hadn’t changed. I walked into the bathroom.
The warm water felt like a quiet embrace as I stepped under the stream, washing away the fatigue of the day. I let it run down my back, closing my eyes as I took a slow, steady breath. For a few moments, I just stood there, letting the steam fill the space, allowing myself to exist without thinking. But, of course, the silence never lasted long.
My thoughts drifted, first to Trent.
Trent, who had once been my everything. The one I thought I’d grow old with, the one who made me laugh until my sides ached, the one whose presence had always felt like home. But now… now, it was different. The love I had for him still lingered, but it wasn’t the same. It had changed, dulled, as if the bond I’d formed with Dorian had overwritten the foundation Trent and I had built. I knew he could feel it too.
He hadn’t said much about it, but I saw it in his eyes—the quiet understanding, the ache neither of us wanted to put into words.
I exhaled slowly, opening my eyes as I reached for the soap.
Then there was Lunawyn.
She’d been my best friend for as long as I could remember, my safe place in a world that often felt too chaotic. But even she could feel the shift.
She tried to pretend it didn’t bother her, but I knew her too well. The wistfulness in her voice earlier, the way she looked at me like she was trying to memorize the way things were before they changed for good—it made my heart ache.
I finished washing up and turned off the water, stepping out into the cool air. Wrapping a towel around myself, I caught my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My eyes looked different. Not just tired, but… older. Like the weight of everything had settled into them.
By the time I dried off and slipped into a loose shirt and shorts, my body was already begging for sleep. But as I climbed into bed, I couldn’t ignore the final thought pulling at the edges of my mind.
Dorian.
The moment I met him, my entire existence had shifted. It wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper, something primal, something I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to. He was in my blood now, in my soul. And despite how overwhelming it all was, despite the way my world had been upended, I knew one thing for sure.
I couldn’t undo this bond. I didn’t want to.
Letting out a long sigh, I reached for the window and pulled it shut, sealing out the cool night air. The room was quiet now, the only sound my own breathing.
As I settled beneath the blankets, my eyelids grew heavy, my thoughts slowly unraveling into something softer, quieter.
Trent. Lunawyn. Dorian.
The past, the present, the future.
I wasn’t sure where I fit between them anymore.
But as sleep finally took control, I decided that, for tonight, I didn’t have to figure it out.