Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 112

**Healing Slowly But Surely**
By R. Joseph

Zevran.

A deep furrow creased my brow as I stared at the mountain of documents sprawled across my desk. The words danced before my eyes, but no matter how hard I tried to focus, they remained a blur. It was as if a veil of distraction had settled over my mind, clouding my thoughts.

At first, I attempted to attribute my agitation to the incessant wanderings of my mind, which kept drifting to Leilani. I couldn’t shake off the image of her face, nor the thought of how she would react to the whirlwind of events that had led to this unexpected wedding between Chalice and me.

But this… this feeling was deeper than mere distraction.

It was raw. It was visceral. It felt as if my heart was being mercilessly torn apart, shredded into countless fragments by an unseen force.

Inside me, my wolf was restless, howling in anguish, thrashing against the confines of my being, yet it too was shrouded in confusion, mirroring my own turmoil.

Just then, the creaking of my door drew my attention, and I looked up to see Caelum stepping inside. Relief washed over me momentarily, but it was quickly replaced by concern as I noticed the troubled expression etched on his face. I averted my gaze and muttered, “Brother.”

Caelum didn’t respond right away. Instead, he sank heavily into the chair across from me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he absently rubbed at his chest, scrolling through his phone with a distracted air.

The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken worries. Finally, as if sensing my gaze upon him, he lifted his eyes to meet mine. There was a storm of questions swirling in those depths—questions that echoed my own feelings of distress. He spoke, his voice a low murmur, “Do you feel strange too?”

His words sent a jolt through me, my eyebrows shooting skyward in surprise. My heart began to race as I shifted my gaze from his face to the screen of his phone. A knot formed in my stomach when I realized he wasn’t scrolling through Chalice’s incessant stream of attention-seeking photos. Instead, he was looking at Kael’s contact information.

With a slow nod, I replied, “Yes.”

“And don’t you find it odd that we both feel this way at the same time?”

“I had no idea you were feeling this too. But now that you mention it, I feel… strange. Disturbed. My heart won’t stop racing, and my wolf is restless. What about you?”

“Same,” he said, his tone flat. Then, his voice dropped, laden with worry as he added, “Kael didn’t come back last night. That just makes everything worse. I can’t shake the thoughts of him, and I… I…” His voice trailed off, but I understood.

I felt the same dread creeping into my own mind.

Suddenly, I was on my feet, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anxiety. I had never once considered that my discomfort could be linked to Kael, and frankly, I hadn’t even realized he hadn’t returned until Caelum mentioned it.

The realization only intensified the restlessness gnawing at me. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, dialing Kael’s number, but just as quickly, the call dropped.

Panic surged through me as I turned to Caelum. “It disconnected.”

“I’ve been trying for hours. It keeps disconnecting,” he replied, his voice edged with worry. “I was hoping you’d have better luck.”

If he thought that would soothe my nerves, he was mistaken. Instead of comfort, I felt a wave of despair wash over me, the ache in my chest growing sharper with each passing second.

In desperation, I called Beta Blackthorne, Chalice’s father, my voice trembling as I managed to utter, “My brother is missing.”

His voice came through the line, groggy and disoriented. It took him a moment to process my words, and when he finally did, he rasped, “That’s unheard of.”

And he was right. It was indeed unheard of, but here we were, living a nightmare.

I rubbed my face, exhaustion weighing heavily on me, too drained to speak further. A minute passed in silence… then two, before I finally found the strength to continue.

I spoke slowly, each word deliberate. “Kael didn’t come home last night. His phone keeps disconnecting, and I need to reach him. Please send people to search for any signs of him.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” he replied, and with that, I ended the call.

I had barely settled back into my chair, my head cradled in my hands, when my phone began to ring insistently. Irritation flared within me as I glanced at the screen and saw an unsaved number. I was tempted to ignore it, to let it ring out, but it persisted.

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It rang again.

And again.

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