Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Chapter 311 Missing Friends

Ava’s POV

Joseph’s betrayal still stung like an open wound, but somehow I’d managed to drag myself to work each day. I tried to focus on the job, anything to keep my mind occupied.

Working at Thorne Enterprises was definitely more intense than my old job at the boutique. There was always something happening, some crisis or another to handle.

I’d thought Alpha Draven’s situation with that bitch Ella was complicated enough. Caroline came to work looking absolutely heartbroken every day, and I did my best to comfort her. We’d bonded over our shared experiences of loving men who seemed incapable of staying loyal.

But today? Today took things to a whole new level when some chick named Liz waltzed in claiming she’d had a one-night stand with Alpha Draven. Talk about the final nail in the coffin.

The look on Caroline’s face...I recognized that expression all too well. The way your heart literally feels like it’s being shredded when someone you love betrays you. It’s a special kind of hell.

Eleanor rushed over as soon as she heard and took Caroline home. The poor girl looked like she was about to collapse.

After I finished handling the day’s work, I headed home myself. I really hoped Caroline would pull herself together, though I knew firsthand how impossible that felt. When I got home, I noticed my mom wasn’t back yet. I pulled out my phone and texted her.

"Mom, when are you coming home?"

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

"Hit a snag with the project, working late. Don’t wait up, sweetie."

I sighed, walking back to my room. The silence was deafening. I locked my door carefully, then reached under my bed to retrieve the spellbook I’d been hiding.

Every time I opened this book, it left me completely mind-blown. The words seemed to flow across the page like water, neither English nor any language I’d ever seen before. Logically, I shouldn’t be able to understand a single symbol.

Yet somehow, I did.

It was like there was some invisible thread connecting my mind to these ancient symbols. I couldn’t read the words, but I understood their meaning. The book felt alive somehow, like it was having a deep conversation directly with my soul.

"No wonder people think witches are so mysterious," I whispered to myself. "This shit is wild even to me."

After a few days of practice, I’d confirmed that I definitely had magical abilities, albeit weak ones. The book contained many simple spells, including one that made feathers float. It was my private little "levitation charm."

I pulled a few feathers from my pillow and placed them on the desk. Without a proper wand, I had to make do with a small twig I’d found on the sidewalk yesterday. I raised it, following the instructions described in the book, trying to make the feather fly.

First attempt: nothing happened.

Second try: the feather trembled slightly.

Third, fourth, fifth attempt...

For an entire evening, I repeated the same motion over and over, sweat beading on my forehead. Finally, after countless tries, a white feather slowly rose into the air, hovering for a few seconds before falling.

"Holy shit, it worked!" I whispered excitedly.

Though the process was frustrating, I had to admit that learning magic was an excellent distraction. When I was fully focused on practicing spells, I didn’t think about Joseph, his betrayal, or any of those painful memories. It was therapeutic, in a way.

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