My Mates Chose The Other Girl novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“What? Who volunteered? Are they out of their minds? That’s the Tideborn!”

The murmurs grew louder. Everyone already knew.

The three of them refused to believe it. “That’s impossible! Who? Who was it?!”

Father turned to face them, disappointment etched into every line of his face. “My daughter. Elara.”

Aquila moved first, spinning around and sprinting toward the edge of the territory. Rufus and Gale bolted after him.

They tore past the fences, onto the narrow path leading out of the village.

Cold wind stung their faces. Gale ran the fastest, his body trembling on the edge of shifting. After a few steps, he

staggered, his legs giving out, and he collapsed forward, bracing himself on his knees, gasping for air.

Tears fell onto the dirt. Aquila stopped beside him, staring at the path as it wound into the mountains and disappeared.

“It’s too late.” Aquila’s hands shook. “She’s been gone all night. We’ll never catch up.”

Rufus slammed his fist into a tree. Bark splintered. Blood welled up on his knuckles.

“How did this happen?” His voice cracked. “We just wanted her to… we only wanted…”

They’d wanted to teach me to value them, to stand on my own, to stop depending on them for everything.

They’d wanted me to realize how much they mattered, to feel the loss when they were gone.

To love them more.

But they’d forgotten something.

They were the ones who made me that way. They’d given me everything-every indulgence, every comfort. They’d made

me believe the world revolved around me.

Then they ripped it all away.

They told me I was wrong, that I was selfish and spoiled. That they didn’t want me the way I was

‘Do you want some water?”

I poured water over the little one’s tall, which had turned pink from the sun.

“You two insisted on coming, and now we’ve had to stop every few miles.”

Brook Shore blew a bubble and leaned against my leg, wrapping his small arms around it. ‘Mama. don’t wanna leave

Mama… tail hurts…”

I stroked his hair gently. Three years had passed since I left the Silverwood Clan. Three years, and I’d become a mother

The sharp, spoiled girl I’d been had softened.

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Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Caspian Shore’s scent-salt and sea-washed over me. He looked sulky. ‘I

haven’t forgotten you’ve got three mates waiting for you up north.”

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