Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Skye’s POV

Sleep eluded me as I lay in my tent, staring at the canvas ceiling illuminated by moonlight. The cool desert night air seeped through the tant fadds ration goosebumps on my exposed arms.

Just as I was finally drifting toward sleep, a barely perceptible sound snapped me back to alertness–the whisper of a zipper being carefully drawn open at

the entrance to my tent.

My body tensed instinctively, hand reaching for Tink, the silver dagger I kept beneath my pillow. Then a familiar ocean scent reached me, and I relaxed fractionally.

Adrian’s silhouette appeared in the tent opening, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the moonlight before he slipped inside with surprising grace for someone his size. He sealed the entrance behind him with the same careful silence with which he’d opened it.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, sitting up abruptly and clutching my blanket to my chest despite being fully clothed, “Are you crazy? What if someone ser you?”

In the dim light, his amber eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a flutter through my stomach. He moved closer, kneeling beside my sleeping bag with

careful deliberation.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he admitted, “I kept thinking about you, about us.”

I glanced nervously at the thin fabric walls of my tent, painfully aware of how Adrian. If anyone discovers you here-”

und might carry to the other tents clustered nearby. “This is reckless,

“Did you talk to Ryder?” he interrupted, seemingly unconcerned with my protests about propriety. “Did you explain things to him?”

“I tried. He didn’t want to hear it. He’s convinced what he feels is real and lasting.” I shook my head. “Maybe it’s youth, or stubborn pride, but he won’t accept that I only see him as a friend.”

“And Nadia?”

My gaze dropped to my hands. “I haven’t spoken to her. Not yet. The look on her face when we returned to camp… I just couldn’t find the right words.”

Adrian was silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he studied my face. “And what about us, Skye? What are we to each other?”

I chose my words carefully, knowing they could affect not just us but the entire pack dynamic.

‘Adrian, I care about you. What happened between us tonight… it wasn’t nothing.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “But I don’t think now is the right time for us to pursue whatever this is.”

His brow furrowed slightly. “Why not?”

“The pack needs stability. There’s tension with Gravestone Pack, and Kane’s interest in our territory is clearly growing.‘ I gestured vaguely toward the camp beyond my tent. “If we create internal division–with Nadia, with Ryder–how can we present a united front against external threats?”

Adrian considered this, his Alpha mind weighing the strategic implications against his personal desires. Finally, he nodded slowly. “I understand. And I can wait. His hand found mine in the darkness, his calloused palm warm against my skin. “I’ll wait until you feel the time is right.”

I smiled gratefully, though something twisted painfully in my chest as an unspoken thought crossed my mind: Unless your true mate appears in the meantime.

He seemed to sense my unspoken reservation. “Just promise me one thing,” he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. “Don’t avoid me anymore. Don’t pull away from me like you have been.”

The tension in his voice, the subtle vulnerability beneath his Alpha confidence, touched something deep within me. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I promise.”

Suddenly, footsteps crunched on the gravel outside, passing close by my tent. We both froze, barely breathing, until the sounds faded into the distance-

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likely a warrior making a late–night trip to the designated bathroom area.

Once silence had returned, I reluctantly pulled my hand away from his. “You need to go,” I whispered. If someone sees the Alpha emerging from my bot dawn, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Instead of moving toward the exit, Adrian stretched out beside me on the sleeping bag, his larger frame barely fitting in the confined spare. Let me may i little longer, he murmured, his arm slipping around my waist. “Just until you fall asleep. I go back to my tent before anyone wakes?

I should have protested. It was risky, inappropriate given our positions within the pack, and completely contrary to the boundaries we’d just agreed in maintain. Yet I found myself relaxing against him, my head finding a comfortable place against his chest.

*Just until I fall asleep,” I conceded quietly.

His arms encircled me, strong and secure, creating a cocoon of warmth against the desert chill. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my eat was hypnotic, soothing in a way I hadn’t experienced in over three years.

Since fleeing Frostshadow Pack, I’d grown accustomed to solitude–to falling asleep alone in motel rooms, in my car, or in rented apartments where ezery creak and distant noise kept me vigilant even in sleep.

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