Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Chapter 331 Hidden Truths

Ava’s POV

"You’re under stress. Emotional turmoil can trigger latent magical abilities." Odelia rose from her chair abruptly. "You should be careful, Ava. Control is essential. Don’t let your emotions overwhelm you."

I set my coffee down, studying her face. "Mom, what aren’t you telling me? This feels like more than just magic getting stronger."

"Don’t be dramatic," she said, though her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. "Just be mindful of your emotions."

"Mom—"

"I need to get to work," she interrupted, gathering her things with unusual haste. "Take it easy today. Rest. We can talk more later."

Before I could protest, she kissed my cheek and headed for the door.

"Remember what I said, Ava. Control your emotions. It’s more important now than ever."

The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with my half-empty coffee cup and the distinct feeling that my mother was hiding something significant from me.

I sank into a chair, replaying her questions in my mind. The concern in her eyes hadn’t been just about my broken heart. It was something else—something that frightened her.

My fingers traced absently over my chest, where that strange sensation of something trying to break free had been growing stronger lately. Not quite pain, but a pressure, a restlessness that increased whenever I was upset.

"Control your emotions," I mumbled, mimicking her words. "More important now than ever."

Why now? What was happening to me that had my always-composed mother looking almost... afraid?

I pushed away from the table, determined to find answers. If Mom wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I’d have to figure it out myself. The logical place to start was with her collection of grimoires and magical texts.

Our apartment wasn’t large, but the small room we called the "study" housed all of her magical books.

I headed there with purpose, already planning which books to check first for information about magical surges or physical manifestations of witch powers. But when I pushed open the door, I froze in the doorway.

The bookshelves were... wrong. Where rows of leather-bound grimoires and crystal-adorned spell books should have been, I found only mundane novels, business textbooks, and fashion magazines.

"What the hell?" I whispered, stepping inside and running my fingers along the shelves as if the magical books might suddenly appear under my touch.

I pulled books out at random, checked behind rows, and even looked under the desk and chairs. Nothing. Every single magical text was gone.

"This is impossible," I muttered, heart racing. "They were here days ago."

A sick feeling settled in my stomach.

My mother had removed them deliberately and recently.

I stormed out of the study and headed straight for her bedroom. This was a major invasion of privacy, something I’d never normally do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

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