I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Nolan POV

Silver Fang had not slept in days.

Neither had I.

Patrols moved in constant rotation along the borders, their presence so steady it became part of the landscape-boots crunching gravel at all hours, low voices murmuring reports, the hum of wards reinforcing themselves again and again. No one complained. No one questioned it.

I was there for a good portion of the day, visiting different border checkpoints to talk with the men on the ground and take part in patrols myself when necessary.

I needed the men to know that they weren’t in this alone. They weren’t doing busy work. We had to be on alert, we had to stay vigilant, because this wasn’t a holding pattern. It wasn’t a precaution.

We were waiting.

Not for orders. Not for confirmation.

For violence.

I felt it in my wolf, restless beneath my skin, pacing endlessly as if the land itself

were holding its breath. The air tasted different-sharp, electric. The kind of

re that built before storms broke over mountains and left nothing unchanged

ake.

Eine tent it too. I could see it in her eyes, even when she tried to hide it.

Alaric had become a near-constant presence in the packhouse. He didn’t interfere, didn’t offer unsolicited commands, but he watched-always watching. Checking on Ellie with a quiet intensity that mirrored my own unease.

He lingered near the nursery more than once, his gaze lingering on August and Ian with awe and something like fear.

I understood it.

They were leverage the world would not hesitate to use against us. And they were far too precious for us to allow them to be reduced to that.

1/3

Late one evening, after the packhouse had settled into a restless quiet, Alaric requested a word with me. No guards. No advisors. Just the two of us.

We met in my study.

I hadn’t spent much time with Alaric since Ellie returned to Silver Fang, not alone at least.

When I did see him, Cassian was normally present at least. That eased some of the tension and awkward energy between us. Now, we were the only two present.

The fire burned low, casting long shadows across the walls. Maps still cluttered the table, inked with routes and contingency plans I knew by heart now. I didn’t bother clearing them away.

Alaric stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring out into the dark like he expected the storm to announce itself any second.

“I can feel it,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “Whatever’s coming-it’s close.”

He nodded once. “So can I.”

I leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “Ellie’s visions have intensified. Shorter. Sharper. Less… symbolic. She has nightmares every night now.” I hesitated. “That worries me.”

Alaric turned then, his gaze settling on me fully. “You’re afraid of what they might cost her.”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “And the boys.”

The admission tasted bitter, but there was no point pretending otherwise. “I’ve faced war. Rebellion. Assassination attempts. I know how to plan for those. But this —” I gestured vaguely. “This feels different. Like we’re being herded toward something inevitable.”

Alaric studied me for a long moment. “Prophecy has a way of making inevitability feel louder than it is.”

“Does that mean it’s wrong?” I asked.

“No,” he replied calmly. “It means it’s incomplete.”

I exhaled slowly. When my voice came, it was strained with the emotion that I couldn’t quite hold back. “Ellie’s afraid she’s expendable.”

2/3

That earned his full attention. Alaric’s jaw tightened, just slightly.

“She would never say that out loud,” I continued. “But I see it. Every time she talks about protection like it’s a holding action. Like she’s bracing for an ending she doesn’t think she’ll survive.”

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