Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Falling Hard

Elowen was walking too fast. Alaric only managed to catch the edge of her cloak.

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He was already angry. When he pulled her back, he did not hold his strength at all. The packed earth of the yard was uneven, rutted from drills and horses. Elowen was not expecting it. Her footing slipped.

And at that exact second, Alaric let go.

Elowen lost her balance completely and hit the ground. Her right palm scraped hard across gravel, a raw burn flaring through her skin. Her wrist twisted beneath her weight, and a sharp, blinding pain shot up her arm.

Your Grace!” Gerda cried.

Gerda hurried over, pale with fright, reaching to lift her.

“Gerda, wait, don’t move me,” Elowen said.

She was still sitting on the ground. A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead. Her face had drained of color, and her voice trembled in spite of herself. “My wrist’s out.”

Alaric paused, then gave a short, disbelieving laugh. “Oh, come on. You tripped. That doesn’t dislocate a wrist.”

She used to climb trees and dive into the river like it was nothing.

Back then, he would struggle just to swing himself onto a horse. Elowen could plant a foot and vault up in one smooth motion, landing steady in the saddle.

Now she falls once and suddenly her wrist is out. As if.

She had to be doing this on purpose. Another scene, just to pull his attention back to her.

“You’ve got something wrong with you,” Elowen muttered through her teeth.

Alaric frowned. “What did you say?”

Elowen lifted her face and glared at him. Her eyes were faintly red. “I said there’s something wrong with you, Alaric. Every single time I run into you, something blows up in my face. You’re a walking curse.”

Alaric froze,

She’s cursing me. She actually has the nerve to curse m

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Heat rushed to his head. He strode forward two steps, ready to call out her ridiculous lie to her face.

Then he saw her wrist clearly.

Elowen was still seated on the ground, her left hand supporting her right arm. Her right hand hung limp, bent at an unnatural angle.

This was not an act. It really was dislocated.

Alaric stopped dead. The sarcasm and accusations that had been ready on his tongue would

not come out.

“How did it get this bad?” Gerda’s voice shook. She truly liked Elowen. Elowen sniffed and lowered her head.

She had been sturdy since childhood. In the dead of winter she could run wild outside all day in a light dress and never catch a cold. She once jumped down from a wall several yards high with Julian. Her calves hurt for a bit, then she was perfectly fine.

But ever since her knee injury, she had stopped riding. She went out less. Moved less. Slowly, her body weakened.

Especially these past two years. One loss after another at Hale family. Some died in battle. Some left. Some passed from illness. Elowen shut herself in her room for days at a time, barely able to eat.

She had grown much thinner.

How could she still be the same as before?

“I’ll go tell Duke of Duskmoor,” Gerda said, already turning.

“No,” Alaric snapped, coming back to himself.

Gerda did not intend to listen.

But Elowen spoke at the same time. “Don’t go, Gerda.”:

Gerda turned back, anxious. “But Your Grace, your wrist…”

Elowen forced out a small smile. “He’s in council. It looks urgent. They need a decision fast. I already stepped in once and interrupted them. Going in again wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“But you’re hurt!”

“I’m hurt,” Elowen said evenly, “but that doesn’t outweigh military business. And he’s not a

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surgeon. Even if he comes out, he can’t set a bone.”

Gerda fell silent.

Everything Elowen said was reasonable. Too reasonable.

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A girl her age, getting hurt like this, how is she not supposed to feel wronged? Or has she swallowed so much already that this does not even faze her anymore?

Elowen turned to a guard nearby. “There should be a field surgeon in camp. Please have him

come.”

The guard acknowledged and left at once.

Gerda carefully helped Elowen to her feet and guided her to a side room to rest.

Watching them go, Alaric’s first instinct was to follow. He took two steps, then stopped.

Her wrist being dislocated had nothing to do with him.

He had already let go. She just lost her balance.

And even if it somehow did involve him, would she really let it slide like that?

Alaric tightened his jaw. It’s not my fault. Yet his brow only furrowed deeper.

After some time, the doors to the council chamber opened. Cassian was pushed out by Bran, commanders surrounding him.

Their expressions were heavy as they discussed strategy in low voices.

“This move is too risky.”

“Perhaps we should rethink it.”

Cassian sat straight in his chair, calm and detached. “No.”

The others exchanged helpless looks but said nothing more. Alaric stepped forward at once. “Uncle Cassian.”

The moment Cassian saw him, clear disappointment flashed across his face. Alaric blinked.

Cassian asked lazily, “What is it?”

“His Majesty sent me. There’s an important letter. He instructed me to place it directly in your hands. You were in council, so I waited outside.”

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