I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 

Ellie POV 

It was raining again. 

The kind of steady, unhurried rain that made everything in Moonstone shimmer. The packhouse windows were blurred with it, the world chilled and greyed out. 

I’d always loved the sound of rain. It was soft and rhythmic, like a symphony, but lately it only made me uneasy. 

Ever since Kieran’s last visit, the dreams had changed. 

They weren’t just whispers anymore. The goddess’s voice was clearer-still distant, but insistent. Each night I woke with fragments of words on my tongue, half-forgotten before I could write them down. Sometimes, I’d feel a presence beside me, gentle but heavy, as if someone had just left the room. 

I didn’t tell Rae. Or Cassian. 

I told myself they had enough to worry about. I tried to focus on the twins, the hospital, the work of everyday life. 

But the truth was, I was afraid. Afraid that speaking the dreams alond might make them real. 

When Alaric asked to see me that morning, I almost said no. He’d been watching me more closely lately, his gaze sharper, his questions softer. Something in his demeanor told me he already knew more than I did. 

Still, I went. 

The Moonstone packhouse had always felt welcoming, but the inner halls of the basement level were different, older, quieter, their walls lined with ancient carvings that seemed to hum faintly when I passed. 

I followed Alaric down a narrow corridor I’d never seen before. The twins were with Claire for the afternoon, and the quiet pressed around us like fog. 

We stopped before a door made of pale wood carved with the phases of the moon. Alaric rested his hand against it, murmured something that sounded like a prayer under his breath, and the door swung open with a sound like a sigh. 

“Come,” he said softly. 

The air inside was cool and fragrant, touched with sage and something sweeter-lavender, maybe. Crystals and candles filled the shelves, glittering in the pale and flickering lights. 

In the center of the room stood a low table, and on it, a crystal sphere the size of my hands together, its surface shot through with faint veins of silver. 

I hesitated on the threshold. “What is this place?” 

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