Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 239

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Elias chuckled, shaking his head. “Vanelle’s a fine place, no doubt. But the wheat back home is about to ripen, and even the old farm dog’s probably waiting by the gate for me.”

After seeing him off, Elowen made her way back alone, her thoughts still unsettled.

Part of her ached. Elias’s sudden appearance had stirred up memories she had long tried to bury, people and moments she could never have back.

And yet, there was a quiet warmth beneath it.

She had once believed Ember was her last, fragile link to everything she had lost.

Now she knew that wasn’t true.

Elias was still here. Her grandfather was still alive. They had not spoken in years, but he had loved her dearly…

She was not as alone as she once thought.

She was still lost in those thoughts when a familiar male voice called out from behind her. “Aunt.”

Elowen recognized it instantly.

Disgust tightened her brow. She did not slow, only quickened her pace, intent on leaving as fast as possible.

“Ella!”

When she ignored him, Alaric’s voice sharpened with urgency. He hurried forward, reaching out as if to grab her wrist.

Before he could get close, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

The man moved like a shadow, dressed in black, broad-shouldered and silent, planting himself firmly between them like an unyielding wall, cutting off Alaric’s reach completely.

Elowen let out a quiet breath, the tension easing from her chest.

She had almost forgotten. Ever since the hunting incident, Cassian had arranged for guards to stay at her side.

Alaric’s temper flared at the interruption. The words he had meant to say stuck in his throat as his gaze snapped toward the guard’s expressionless face.

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Then his eyes narrowed.

“It’s you.”

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At Falconcrest Manor, it had been this very man who had fed him lies, claiming Elowen still longed for him, luring him to that pavilion, only for him to make a complete fool of himself.

In that brief moment of distraction, Elowen had already moved several steps ahead, nearly reaching the corner of the corridor.

Alaric could not afford to lose her. “Ella, wait. Please. I need to talk to you.”

Elowen did not turn back. “We have nothing to say to each other,”

Her voice was calm, final.

Watching her walk away, something in Alaric’s chest burned, raw and unbearable.

He clenched his jaw, a stubborn edge creeping into his voice. “What if I begged you?”

Elowen slowed. Then stopped. She turned back slowly.

Hope flashed across Alaric’s face. “I knew it. You still care about me. You wouldn’t-”

“Then do it,” Elowen said flatly.

The words cut him off. His expression froze. “You want me to beg?”

He was the Crown Prince.

How could she even ask that?

How could she be so cold? Elowen had no interest in arguing. She turned as if to leave again.

Of course. He had been the one to say it, yet now he hesitated. Nothing had changed.

Before she had taken more than a couple of steps, a heavy sound rang out behind her.

A dull thud.

Elowen turned. Alaric was on the ground.

He had lowered himself onto one knee on the cold stone, his posture rigid, his head tilted up toward her, eyes locked on hers.

His crimson ceremonial robes spread across the ground, stark and striking.

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There was too much in his gaze. Humiliation. Desperation. And something that looked dangerously like devotion.

In another lifetime, seeing him like this would have broken her heart.

He had once stood untouchable, admired by all, someone who carried himself with effortless grace. A man like him was never meant to humble himself like this.

But now…

Elowen felt nothing. If anything, this was far from enough.

“You said you had something to tell me,” she said.

Alaric’s eyes reddened. “Ella, I regret everything. I—*

“Come here, Elowen cut in.

Her tone left no room for refusal. Alaric instinctively began to rise…

“Stay where you are,” she said, her voice still calm, yet carrying quiet authority. “Come to me like that.”

Alaric froze.

The color drained from his face. “But…”

Elowen looked down at him, her expression distant. “Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

His fingers tightened, the knuckles whitening.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, teeth clenched, he shifted forward, keeping himself lowered as he dragged himself closer, inch by inch, each movement slow and strained.

The fabric of his robes scraped against the rough stone with a soft, grating sound.

It took time.

But eventually, he reached her.

Looking up at her, his voice trembled. “Ella… I was blind before. I never wanted you to marry Cassian. I’ve only ever cared about you. Believe me. Give me time. One day, I’ll bring you into the Crown Prince’s Wing the way you deserve.”

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