Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Skye’s POV

I expected Adrian to be angry,

After what he told him about Iron waking me from the maer’s illusion, I braced myself for the storm. Ever since Lean kissed me while drunk that night, things between Adrian and me had been tense.

“I hate that guy,” Adrian said quietly as we walked back to the hotel. But I’m grateful he saved you. Thats all that matters. You’re safe.”

I glanced at Adrian in surprise. His expression held only concert and sincerity.

Something had charged in that mare. The Adhian who emerged wasn’t the same one who entered. The possessive fury that used to come him at any mention of Leon had been replaced by something else,

Maturity? Acceptance? I couldn’t quite name it.

“You’re staring,” he said, a slight smile turging at his lips.

“You’re different,” I admitted. “Before, just heating Leon’s name

old make you..

“Lose control?” He finished for me. “I know. I’m sorry for that. For all of it.

We reached the hotel, and Adrian stopped at the elevator, turning to face me fully. Tve been thinking. Since you won’t move back to my room, yours. I don’t care about the sleeping arrangements. I just… I can’t be separated from you again. Not after today.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. This wasn’t a demand or a declaration of possession. It was a request, almost a plea.

“Adrian…”

“Please, Skye. We almost lost each other in that maze. When I was trapped in that illusion, all I could think about was that I might never see you again. Never get to tell you. He paused, running a hand through his dark hair. “Just let me stay close. That’s all I’m asking”

How could I refuse when he looked at me like that? Like I was his anchor in a storm.

“Okay,” I said softly. “You can move to my room.”

The smile that spread across his face was brilliant, boyish almost. It reminded me that despite everything he’d been through, Adrian was still young. We

both were.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling me into a gentle embrace. Thank you.”

We spent the afternoon rearranging the room, Adrians things mingling with mine in a way that felt surprisingly natural. Adrian hanging his clothes mest to mine in the closet. Our toiletries sharing space on the bathroom counter

“You know,” Adrian said as he folded his shirts, I never thanked you properly for coming after me in the maze.”

“You thanked all of us already,”

“No, I mean you specifically.” He set down the shirt and moved closer. “When I heard your voice calling my name, it was like… like finding solid ground after drowning. You brought me back, Skye.”

The intensity in his gaze made my heart skip. “We brought each other back,” I said. “That’s what we do.”

He nodded slowly. “We should get ready for dinner. Xavier invited us to loja him.”

An hour later, we made our way to the hotel restaurant where Alpha Xavier was already waiting. He’d secured a private dining room, and as we entered, he -stood with that more stor smile of h

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Chapter 165

“Adrian! Skyet And the wonderful Lindia,” he greeted warmly. Please, it I’ve ordered some wine. We should celebrate making 31 to 15

Lydia had joined un, though Ryder begged off, claiming exhaustion. As we witted arrend the table, I studied Xavier mije closely, Unlike the and showed no signs of fatigue or injury. His clothes were immaculate, his demeanor completely relaxed. It was as if he’d spent the day at è apu father than fighting through a maze of illusions.

“You look remarkably well for someone who just completed the third trial,” I observed.

Xavier laughed, a rich sound that probably charmed audiences in his films. “Ah, the benefits of understanding the game. You see, I’ve acted in several movies. Horror, psychological thriller, even a few possances. If I wasn’t heir to an Alplis position, Ed probably be a full time actor.”

He poured wine for each of us,

graceful and practiced.

me, the third trial was simply performing in a one hour at play. Once

recognized the illusion for what it was, I just had to play my part until the curtain fell

“Must be nice,” 1 muttered, temembering my own desperate struggle in the mare. “Some of us aren’t so lucky with our scripts.”

“You know what I want

st to do most right now?” I continued, feeling bold from the wine and exhaustion. ‘I want to punch you in the face. Your seem to have been born under a lucky star, getting all the good roles.”

Instead of taking offense, Xavier laughed even harder. “It’s not entirely luck, my dear Skyr. Before I became an actor, I spent two years studying psychology

That caught our attention. Even Adrian looked surprised.

Psychology Lydia asked. “That’s unusual for a wolf.”

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