I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 

Maybe it had been the stress of trying to deny the pull between them that had made him the way he was with her? He didn’t know what to do with that realization. Sympathy wasn’t something he’d ever had to practice with Nolan. 

He poured another drink and stared at the water, but it did nothing to dull the ache building behind his ribs. 

When he finally stood, it wasn’t with clarity-only with a quiet understanding that nothing between them would ever be simple again. 

Nolan POV 

The rain started sometime after midnight. 

I didn’t remember opening the window, but the air was cool and damp against my skin. I sat in the dark, elbows on my knees, eyes fixed on the glass. Water streaked down the panes in uneven trails, catching the faint light from the street outside. 

I should have felt lighter after telling Lance the truth. But I didn’t. 

If anything, I felt hollow-like something essential had been scraped clean from the inside. The house was silent around me, too large for one person, every room filled with echoes. 

Even my wolf was still for once. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lance must be feeling right now. The shock. The betrayal. The confusion. 

And under it all, the pity. 

That was the part I hated most. Lance deserved for this to be easy. He deserved to hate me. 

I didn’t want to be pitied. I didn’t deserve it. 

Every decision I had made had come from the same place, fear. Fear of failure, fear of loss, fear of what would happen if I let go of control. 

And fear was a weakness that I couldn’t afford. It was the thing tha had cost my parents their lives. Fear of being alpha, of being trapped in their expectations. 

It was that same fear that had driven Ellie away. 

I’d seen it in her eyes before she left-an exhaustion that went deeper than anger. She hadn’t wanted to fight anymore. She’d wanted to breathe. 

I ran a hand over my face, the sound of the rain filling the silence. 

Somewhere out there, Ellie was breathing the same air. Holding or sons. Building a life without me. 

The thought both hurt and steadied me. 

I didn’t deserve forgiveness-not yet. Maybe not ever. But I want to be worthy of it someday. 

For years, my parents’ deaths had defined me. Every failure, everyhoice had been shaped by that. But maybe it was time to stop letting ghosts dictate the living. 

The hardest part had been sending Felicity away, but I had done it’d cut that tic. I’d let that hope go. If I was honest, I knew that I was happier without her constantly in my ear, whispering he venom. 

I closed the window against the rain and leaned back against the will, eyes closing briefly. 

Tomorrow, I would start to make things right. Not by forcing, not by demanding-but by changing. 

I didn’t know what that looked like yet, but for the first time in years, I felt the faint stirrings of something unfamiliar. 

Hope.