I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154 

Third person POV 

Lance hadn’t been able to sit still since the call. 

The sun had sunk low, casting long shadows across the desk of the ship. He paced the length of the room, running a hand through his hair, then stopping abruptly only to start again. 

Nolan’s words echoed like a pulse in his mind-steady, relentless possible to silence. 

I lied. Dad was still alive. I spoke to him. 

He could still hear the rasp in Nolan’s voice, the way it had cracked-not with weakness, but with the raw truth of someone who’d been holding it in too long. 

For years, Lance had believed a simpler version of the story. Their parents had been caught in a rogue ambush when they’d gone searching for Nolan. Nolan had run away. He’d led them into danger. It was all his fault. 

There had been grief, yes, but not guilt. Not like this. He’d hated Nolan for most of their adult lives. Nolan was the one who took his parents from him. That was what he thought… 

And he’d watched through the years as Nolan, cold and unfeeling, ad made the most selfish decisions possible. He hadn’t sent Lance to the alpha training camp when he came of age. He’d kept Felicity around, given her everything her rotten little heart desired. He’s focused solely on gaining power and influence. 

Then he’d married a rogue girl, one younger than him and completley out of place in polite society. Not even because he liked her, solely to produce a strong heir. 

Nolan was a pompous, selfish, arrogant, heartless prick… 

Now everything he thought he knew had come undone. 

He dropped into the nearest chair and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Anger warred with sympathy in his chest, both fierce and unfamiliar. How was he supposed to reconcile the brother who had raised him-the one who had carried their pack through crisis after crisis with that cold resolve-with the boy who’d watched their parents die because of a single reckless decision? 

The truth made him feel small. 

He thought back to those years after the ambush. He’d been young barely more than a child, and Nolan had stepped into their father’s role without hesitation. Like he’d wanted it. Like he deserved it. 

Lance had resented him, his control, his focus, his certainty. It had never occurred to him that all of that discipline was just armor forged from guilt. 

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