Fated reborn - Chapter 240: Chapter 240

Dorian's Pov.
The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room as I stirred awake. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness, then stretched lazily, letting out a small yawn. The air felt crisp, cool against my skin, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, allowing my mind to wake up at its own pace.
After a few minutes, I finally forced myself up and swung my legs over the bed, planting my feet on the wooden floor. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stood and made my way to the bathroom, my toothbrush in hand.
Stepping inside, I turned on the faucet and wet my brush, squeezing a bit of toothpaste onto the bristles. As I started brushing, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, sticking up in odd directions, and my face still held the remnants of sleep. I spat out the foam, rinsing my mouth, and as I looked at myself again, a smile tugged at my lips.
Trini.
The thought of her filled my chest with something warm, something unshakable. She had this way of slipping into my thoughts without warning, making even the most mundane moments feel lighter.
I shook my head slightly, chuckling to myself, and finished up. Now it was time for a proper bath. I pulled off my shorts and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my skin. It felt good—refreshing, like it was washing away whatever weight I had carried from the previous day.
I stood there for a while, just enjoying the moment, before finally reaching for the soap. By the time I stepped out, I felt completely awake, completely alive.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked toward the wardrobe. It creaked slightly as I pulled it open, revealing neatly stacked clothes—some of which weren’t even mine. This pack was different from ours; they kept extra clothes here for visitors, a hospitality my own pack lacked.
I reached for a pale blue suit, inspecting it for a moment before deciding it would do. Pulling on the trousers, I left the jacket behind, tucking my shirt in neatly. I turned toward the mirror, spinning slightly, checking myself from different angles. A small smirk played on my lips.
Not bad.
Satisfied, I left my room and made my way toward Marcus’ door. When I reached it, I knocked twice.
"Who's there?" his voice came from inside.
"It's me, Dorian," I answered.
"Come in," he said.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Marcus stood in nothing but blue shorts, pacing the room—well, not exactly pacing, more like searching for something. His brows were furrowed in concentration.
"What’s the problem?" I asked.
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he bent down near the other side of the bed, reaching for something.
"I've seen it," he finally said, standing back up with a relieved sigh.
I glanced at his hand, but whatever it was, he shoved it into his pocket before walking over to the wardrobe. He pulled out his clothes and some other necessities, gathering them as he made his way toward the bathroom.
Just before stepping inside, he turned back to me, pointing at his eyes and then at me, a wordless warning.
I chuckled. "With that tiny-winey?" I teased.
The next thing I heard was the sound of the shower splashing against the tiles.
Shaking my head, I sat down on his bed, glancing around the room. Time passed slowly. Too slowly.
And after what felt like hours—literally hours—he finally emerged, steam trailing behind him.
"What have you been doing in there?" I asked, exasperated.
He smirked as he reached for his cuffs. "You didn’t give me privacy, so I had to make sure you weren’t spying on me."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "Nah, why would I do such a thing?"
He chuckled, buttoning up his shirt. As he adjusted his collar, he glanced at me. "And by the way, we’re leaving today."
My eyes lit up instantly, excitement surging through me. Finally. I could finally take her home.
But before I could even process it fully, he added, "And we’re not taking Trini along."
The excitement crashed, replaced by confusion. My face fell.
"For some reasons," he continued, stretching his hand out as if that explained everything.
"Why?" I asked, my tone sharper than intended.
He sighed, giving me a look like I should already know the answer. "We need to give her some time with her people. That way, she won’t miss them so much when she’s gone."
That wasn’t a solid reason. Not to me. I stayed quiet, waiting for something better.
"And you know about my pregnant wife. She needs me."
I rolled my eyes.
"Don’t be selfish," he said, his voice firm now. "Think about my wife. And think about Trini, too." He paused, letting the words settle before adding, "She’ll miss them a lot."
I clenched my jaw, my mind warring with itself. I didn’t want to leave her here, but… maybe he had a point.
After a minute of internal debate, I finally exhaled. "Okay," I grumbled.
Marcus nodded in approval. "Good. Let’s go tell them we’re leaving, then."
We both left the room, making our way upstairs toward Luciano’s room. As we reached his door, I knocked twice.
Silence stretched for a moment before a deep voice called out from the other side. "Come in."
I exchanged a glance with Marcus before pushing the door open.
Luciano sat by the window, looking out at the forest beyond. He didn’t turn to face us immediately, just continued staring ahead as if lost in thought.
"We’re leaving today," Marcus announced.
Luciano finally turned, his sharp gaze settling on us. He studied us for a moment before nodding. "I figured as much."
I stepped forward. "And Trini?"
He exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. "She stays."
I frowned. "Why?"
Luciano leaned back in his chair. "Because she needs time."
Time.
That was all anyone seemed to be saying.
I bit the inside of my cheek, frustration bubbling under my skin. I wanted her with me. Now. But arguing wouldn’t change anything.
So instead, I nodded. "Fine."
Marcus clapped his hands together. "Well then, guess we should start preparing."
Luciano nodded. "I’ll have some of my men help you get ready."
And just like that, the decision was final.
We were leaving.
Without Trini.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.