Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 98

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

**Chapter 98**

Aysel’s POV

Perhaps it was the deep sense of trust and unwavering support that Magnus offered me which stirred something long-dormant within my soul.

For years, I had been engulfed in despair, the thought of dancing again felt like a distant dream, almost an impossibility.

Yet, piece by piece, step by step, I began to carve out a new path for myself—one that led toward healing.

In the darkness of my past, I had felt utterly alone. No one had ever truly cared for me; if I hadn’t summoned the strength to lift myself from those shadows, I might have succumbed to that pain forever, my wolf spirit crushed beyond repair.

Outside, the winds had calmed, the clouds lazily drifting across the sky like forgotten memories. I could sense that the worst was behind me now.

Life is rarely a linear journey; it twists and turns, presenting countless routes to move forward.

Magnus’s gaze softened as he looked down at the small head resting against his arm, a tender expression crossing his features.

His little wolf, delicate yet fiercely determined, reminded him of a wild rose—a flower that could withstand the fiercest storms and still bloom beautifully.

“Back home, then?” he inquired, his voice warm and inviting.

I paused, contemplating my response before shaking my head. “In a few days. I’m not ready yet,” I replied, a hint of uncertainty lacing my words.

There was no dance hall at my Moonvale Pack residence, and my rehearsal clothes hadn’t made the journey to the villa Magnus had graciously gifted me.

A quiet fire smoldered within me—I wanted to dance, but only when I could perform beautifully in front of him.

I couldn’t bear the thought of enduring the grueling training that a professional dancer must face. For all these years, I had danced purely for the love of it, for the sheer joy it brought me.

Yet, despite my struggles, my choreography had earned admiration from many mentors; my mind still held the grace and power of a true dancer, even if my body felt unprepared.

Magnus smiled, a genuine warmth radiating from him. “Very well. As you wish, then,” he replied, his tone reassuring.

The conversation shifted effortlessly, the tense atmosphere that had enveloped us when we first entered the car dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

The driver, glancing through the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but notice how relaxed and gentle Magnus appeared now, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

Recently, he had been smiling more often, his mood seeming lighter and more approachable.

Of course, no one had ever dared to coax the Rafe of Shadowbane into such a state before.

I could almost sense him laughing quietly at his own wandering thoughts, a soft chuckle hidden behind his composed exterior.

From the moment he moved into my Moonvale apartment—and eventually into the villa he had gifted me—Magnus had been more present here than he ever was in his own estate.

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