Fated reborn - Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Trini's pov.
I walked up to my window, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, but the moment I looked outside, my breath hitched.
Cars. A lot of them. Packed up like they were carrying someone important.
And I knew.
I knew in an instant.
It was Dorian and Alpha Marcus. They were leaving. Without me.
A sharp pang shot through my chest, and before I could think, I turned and bolted out of my room. My feet barely touched the ground as I sprinted down the hallway, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
I had to stop them.
I pushed past pack members, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as I ran toward Lunawyn’s room.
Just as I reached it, she was already stepping out, locking the door behind her.
"Lunawyn!" I shouted, desperation lacing my voice.
She turned, brows furrowing the second she saw me. "Trini? What’s wrong?"
I reached her, gripping her arm as I struggled to catch my breath. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my throat tight.
"It’s—it's Dorian," I choked out. "He's leaving. Without me."
Lunawyn’s eyes widened for a split second before she nodded, her grip tightening on mine. "Let’s go ask him why."
Without wasting another second, we rushed outside. But as soon as we stepped out of the pack house, my heart dropped.
We were too late.
The cars were already moving. Their engines rumbled, the tires kicking up dust as they sped down the road, disappearing into the thick forest beyond.
I stood there frozen, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms.
He left. He actually left.
Victor, one of the warriors, was standing nearby. He saw me and started walking over.
"He said he wants to give you time," Victor told me, his voice calm but firm. "So you won’t miss them too much when you leave this pack."
I swallowed hard, my throat burning. My emotions were a tangled mess, torn between frustration and understanding.
"Oh," I murmured, the fight leaving my body. "I misunderstood him…"
The realization didn’t make it hurt any less.
A few moments later, Luciano joined us, his expression unreadable. He exchanged a look with Lunawyn, and just like that, the two of them slipped away, leaving me alone with Victor.
We stood there in silence for a few beats.
Then Victor exhaled. "You’ll be fine," he said simply before turning and walking off, disappearing into the pack house.
And just like that, I was alone.
I stared at the empty road for a long moment, the dust settling, the silence wrapping around me like an unwelcome embrace.
I could stand here all day, drowning in my emotions.
Or… I could move on.
Anyways, let me just go and do my chores.
Shrugging, I turned on my heel and made my way toward the *cleaning supply room. If nothing else, at least chores would keep my mind busy.
The supply room was dimly lit, the faint scent of pine and soap filling the air. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with buckets, mops, and cleaning cloths. I grabbed a mop and a bucket, filling it with water before heading out to start cleaning the halls.
As I worked, my mind drifted back to Dorian.
Had he really thought this was for the best? That leaving me behind was some sort of kindness?
I sighed, wringing out the mop before swiping it across the floor.
Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe he did have good intentions. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
I had just gotten used to having him around. To knowing he was there. And now…
The thought made my chest feel heavy.
"You okay?" a voice interrupted my thoghts.
I looked up and saw Mika, one of the younger pack members, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Yeah," I lied, forcing a small smile. "Just… cleaning."
Mika snorted. "You always clean when you’re upset."
I didn’t bother denying it.
She walked closer, her sharp eyes studying me. "It’s about Dorian, isn’t it?"
I swallowed, my grip tightening around the mop handle. "He left."
She tilted her head. "Without you?"
I nodded.
For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Then she shrugged. "Maybe he just needs space to figure things out. Maybe you do, too."
I frowned. "What’s there to figure out?"
Mika gave me a knowing look. "Oh, you know. You just don’t wanna admit it."
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
She smirked. "Sure you don’t."
Shaking her head, she turned to leave. "Don’t mop yourself into a hole, Trini. You’ll see him again."
And with that, she walked off.
I stared after her for a moment before glancing down at the floor.
The water from the mop had spread in uneven streaks, and I realized I had been standing in the same spot for far too long.
Shaking my head at myself, I went back to work.
By the time I finished cleaning, the sun had started to set. The halls were empty now, most of the pack settling into their evening routines.
I put the supplies away and made my way back to my room, my body aching from all the scrubbing.
As soon as I stepped inside, I collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
It was too quiet.
I hated it.
With a sigh, I rolled onto my side and grabbed the pillow, hugging it close.
For the first time since this morning, I let myself really feel it.
The emptiness. The longing. The quiet ache that came with knowing Dorian wasn’t here.
I closed my eyes.
Maybe Mika was right. Maybe we did need time apart.
But that didn’t make it any easier.
And as I lay there, listening to the distant sounds of the pack moving around outside, I made myself a quiet promise.
No matter what, I wouldn’t let this break me.
If Dorian wanted me to have time, fine.
But when the time came?
I’d make sure he knew exactly how much I wanted to be with him.