I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311

“The packhouse.”

The word left my mouth like a curse.

“No,” Cassian said sharply. “The inner wards-”

“Are strong,” I cut in. “But not unbreakable. And not meant to withstand a focused assault from inside and out.”

Silence on the line for half a second.

Then: “No sign of Felicity on the field.”

“I know.”

The words tasted like poison.

Everything clicked into place with horrifying clarity. The visions. The storm. The rogues moving like soldiers instead of animals. Felicity didn’t need to beat us here.

She just needed us gone, out of her way.

“Alaric,” I snapped, switching channels even as I ducked under another attack. “Status.”

“I’m en route back,” he replied instantly. Too instantly. He’d already been moving. “I felt it shift. You know what it means, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. “They’re coming for Ellie.”

Alow, dangerous sound rumbled through the connection. “Then they will not succeed.”

“I need you at the packhouse yesterday,” I said. “I’m breaking off as soon as I can.”

I lifted my head and let out a long, piercing howl one of only three commands my pacould recognize without question.

Fall back

Not retreat. Reposition.

Silver Fang warriors responded instantly, tightening their formation, refusing to chase as the rogues pressed harder, sensing the shift.

Good.

Let them think they were winning.

I barreled through the line, ripping a path back toward my command unit, mind racing faster than my body. Every second mattered. Every step away from the packhouse felt like betrayal.

Ellie was strong. I knew that. Stronger than she realized.

But she wasn’t meant to stand alone against this.

I shifted back into human form mid-run, pain lancing through me as boots hit the ground hard. One of my lieutenants was already at my side.

“Prep the fastest riders,” I ordered. “I want a strike team back at the packhouse immediately. Ward specialists,

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heavy hitters. No hesitation.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

The storm cracked overhead at last, thunder rolling across the battlefield in a sound so violent it made even the rogues hesitate.

I took that moment to breathe-and to think.

Ellie wasn’t alone. I wasn’t reckless or prideful enough to have left the packhouse unguarded, but it wouldn’t be enough. Not for whatever was coming.

Felicity wasn’t reckless. She was cruel, yes, but patient. She wanted Ellie isolated, frightened, forced into a choice. She wanted the prophecy fulfilled on her terms.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I activated the private channel I reserved for only one person.

“Ellie,” I said, forcing calm into my voice even as fear clawed at my spine. “If you can hear me-listen carefully.”

There was a pause. Then her voice, steady despite everything. “I’m here.”

Relief hit me so hard I almost staggered.

“They’re trying to draw us away,” I said. “You were right. This was always about you. About the boys. I need you to be prepared.”

“I know,” she replied quietly. I could hear the goddess’s presence humming faintly through the connection. “The wards are holding-for now. The guards inside are in position, and Isla is with me. The boys are safe in the panic room with Rae.”

“Good,” I said. “You stay inside. You do not go looking for me.”

A soft, humorless exhale. “I won’t.”

“Alaric is on his way. He’ll be with you soon.”

I could almost feel the relief that passed through her. “That’s good. He can help me hold the wards.”

“I’m coming back,” I promised. Not a hope. A fact. “Hold the line. Just a little longer.”

“I will,” she said. Her tone was confident, determined. It eased my mind just a fraction. Then her voice came again, softer. “Come home, Nolan.”

The line cut. The silence hit me like a punch.

I turned back to the battlefield, eyes blazing as the truth fully settled into my bones.

I had been wrong. Or in denial. This wasn’t the storm’s beginning.

This was the moment it broke.

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