Crossing the Border (Rania) novel Chapter 239

**He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them by Mira Lorian**

**Chapter 239**

Rania felt a sense of disorientation as she wandered through the dense woods, unsure of the path leading to the pack house. Just when doubt began to creep into her mind, her little furball companion, a spirited pup, took charge. Its tiny paws scampered ahead, instinctively guiding her toward safety.

It was remarkable how the little creature seemed to possess an innate sense of direction, and Rania found herself trusting its instincts completely. The bond they shared, forged in the heat of chaos, gave her hope that it would lead her back to its family, to the warmth and security of the pack.

As they emerged from the underbrush, the pack house came into view, a welcoming sight that sparked a rush of relief within her.

“You are amazing!” Rania exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. She scooped the pup into her arms, showering its furry face with kisses, overwhelmed by gratitude. With renewed determination, she hurried toward the pack house, her heart racing with both hope and trepidation.

Fortunately, her path did not intersect with any of the Barlukan warriors. Instead, she encountered Letto’s warriors, their presence commanding yet familiar.

“My queen!?” The trio of warriors approached her with urgency, but Rania’s instincts kicked in. A traitor lurked among them, and she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.

“Stay back,” she warned, her voice steady despite the unease churning in her stomach. “Where is the king?” She kept her distance, stepping back as they advanced, a subtle dance of caution that kept her in control of the situation.

“The king is inside,” one of them replied, desperation lacing his tone. “He has been extremely worried about you. Please, come with us! He has been devastated by the news of your kidnapping.”

Rania paused, weighing her options. The thought of being recaptured after her harrowing escape was unbearable.

But finally, she made her choice, her voice firm. “You walk first.”

A wave of relief washed over the three warriors at her decision. They led the way toward the pack house, but Rania maintained a safe distance, her instincts still on high alert. She needed to ensure her escape route remained clear.

As they approached the pack house, Rania noticed the warriors on patrol. Their expressions shifted from concern to relief upon spotting her. But just as they began to close the gap, the three warriors intervened, cautioning the others to keep their distance.

Gratefully, the other warriors complied, understanding Rania’s need for space. They escorted her toward the entrance, where the atmosphere was thick with tension. The reality that the king had left to confront the Barlukan was a secret known only to a select few, leaving the remaining warriors in the dark.

When Rania requested to see Maximus, they ushered her inside, still under the impression that he awaited her return. A flicker of hope ignited within her—perhaps she was not too late. How long had it been since she last saw him? The thought alone sent a thrill through her.

Before she could reach Maximus, however, they encountered Ronan, Letto’s beta.

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