The Price Of Fate Chapter 34

The Price Of Fate Chapter 34

Toren’s voice was low, the weight of it settling in my chest like a stone. “I want to know everything.” His eyes burned into me, unflinching, demanding. “And when I say everything, I mean everything.”

My lips parted, but no words came. My heart thundered against my ribs, and I couldn’t tell if it was from fear… or the way he made every

nerve in me hum.

Elder Thora’s silver gaze cut across the table like a blade. “Not here.” She gestured to the untouched coffee and plates that had just been

set before us. “This isn’t the place, nor the time. You haven’t even eaten properly.”

Toren’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he raised his hand sharply, catching the waiter’s eye. “Send it all to my suite,” he ordered, his voice commanding but smooth. He pulled a bill from his pocket, crisp and folded, and set it on the tray. “Bring it up. Keep the

change.”

The waiter’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly and disappeared without a sound.

Toren turned back to me and he extended his hand.

He didn’t move it closer, didn’t force it on me. He simply held it out, steady, waiting.

My breath caught. My fingers trembled as I slipped my hand into his.

It was like fire. Like coming home. The warmth of his skin spread through me, curling around my spine, rushing down to the very tips of my toes. I wanted to kiss him again-desperately.

A soft, deliberate clearing of a throat broke the spell.

Elder Thora.

Her silver eyes flicked between our hands and then back to me, sharp and knowing. My cheeks flamed, and I dropped my gaze, clutching Toren’s hand tighter as if letting go would shatter something fragile.

He rose, pulling me gently with him.

Quickly, we crossed the restaurant and slipped into the waiting elevator. The doors slid shut, sealing us into a golden-lit box of silence.

I tried not to fidget, but I felt it-the heat of his stare, heavy, unwavering. My skin tingled beneath the weight of it. When I dared glance up, he wasn’t even pretending otherwise. His gaze devoured me, burning with an intensity that made my stomach twist into knots.

My thoughts betrayed me.

Last night. The buckle. His hand steadying my ankle. His lips pressing against the curve of my hip.

The memory hit me hard, and I swallowed, clenching my thighs together as if that could contain the aching heat building inside me.

Moon above, if wolves could scent arousal, I was doomed. These panties were finished for sure.

The elevator dinged softly, rescuing me from my spiraling thoughts. The doors opened onto the seventh floor.

Toren’s hand settled against the small of my back, firm and guiding. The touch wasn’t rough-it was commanding. I shivered under it, but I didn’t resist. He steered me down the hallway, every step echoing like a countdown, until we stopped halfway down.

He opened the door and gestured me inside.

His suite was smaller than Elder Thora’s, but no less lavish. Heavy curtains framed tall windows spilling sunlight onto polished floors. The bed was massive, draped in crisp linens, and the sitting area mirrored the one in Thora’s suite-deep couches, marble-topped tables,

golden lamps.

Toren guided me to the couch. I sank down, my hands clutched in my lap. He sat beside me, close enough that I could feel his warmth.

Thora chose the armchair across from us, her silver presence calm and grounding. She folded her hands, waiting.

Then Toren leaned forward, his voice softer this time but no less resolute.

“Tell me everything.”

The words sank into me, leaving no room for lies, no space for retreat. His tone wasn’t cruel. It was patient. Determined. He wasn’t demanding obedience-he was demanding truth.

I looked down at my hands, twisting them in my lap. My throat tightened, fear clawing at me. Everything? Could I really tell him everything? About Lucas. About my father. About Darin. About all the lies that had built my life?