The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 366

Weeks Later

Weeks Later

The morning light crept through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams, drifting lazily through the air like tiny stars. The scent of fresh pancakes and peppermint tea drifted through the room, warm and inviting, wrapping around Iva like a gentle embrace.

She stirred slowly, her body heavy with sleep, her mind still clouded with the remnants of dreams she couldn’t quite remember.

For a moment, she simply lay there, her eyes closed, breathing in the comforting aromas that filled the room. The sheets were soft against her skin, the pillows cradling her head with a tenderness that made her want to sink deeper into the warmth and never leave.

But the growling of her stomach pulled her from her cocoon of comfort.

She opened her eyes.

Her mate was standing in the doorway, a tray in his hands, a warm smile on his face. The morning light caught his features, softening them, making him look almost ethereal. His hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had just woken up himself, and there was a softness in his eyes that made her

heart flutter.

He crossed the room with quiet steps, his movements careful and deliberate, as if he didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace of the moment. The tray in his hands was laden with pancakes, golden and steaming, a small pot of tea, a tiny vase with a single flower-a gesture of love that made her

chest ache with gratitude.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said gently, his voice a low, soothing murmur that seemed to wrap

around her like a blanket.

Iva’s lips curved into a small smile. She stretched beneath the covers, her body arching with the

simple pleasure of waking up to such a sight. A warmth spread through her chest, a feeling of

safety and contentment that she had come to treasure more than anything in the world.

“Good morning to you too,” she replied, her voice still thick with sleep.

Her stomach growled loudly, and she laughed, a soft, embarrassed sound that made her cheeks.

flush.

“I guess someone is hungry,” her mate said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He placed the tray on her lap with careful precision, the pancakes steaming and golden, the tea fragrant and inviting. Iva’s mouth watered as she looked at the food, her appetite seemingly

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insatiable these days. She picked up the fork, the warmth of the pancakes seeping through the

plate and into her palms.

Her mate stretched out beside her on the bed, his hand reaching up to caress her hair, his fingers threading through the strands with a tenderness that made her heart ache. He watched her as she ate, his eyes soft, his expression filled with a love that she still wasn’t sure she deserved

“You’re staring,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice warm. “You’re beautiful.”

She felt her cheeks flush again, and she ducked her head, focusing on her breakfast. The pancakes were perfect-fluffy and sweet, drizzled with a touch of jam that melted on her tongue. She ate slowly, savoring each bite, letting the warmth of the meal settle in her stomach.

The atmosphere was relaxed for a while, the silence comfortable, broken only by the soft sounds of her eating and the gentle rustle of the sheets as he shifted beside her. His hand never stopped its gentle stroking, his fingers a constant reminder of his presence.

But there was something on her mind.

Something that had been weighing on her for days.

She hesitated, her fork pausing mid-air, her gaze dropping to the plate in front of her. The question

had been building inside her, growing harder to ignore with each passing day.

“Are we going to the doctor today?” she asked, her voice hopeful, almost childlike in its

vulnerability.

Her mate’s smile was gentle, reassuring.

“We will see the healer today,” he said.

Iva let out a long breath, a mixture of relief and anticipation. She had been waiting for this appointment for weeks, hoping that the healer would have answers, would be able to fix what was

broken inside her.

“I really hope she can do something,” she said, her voice soft. “Something to help me get in touch.

with my inner wolf.”

Her mate’s hand continued its gentle stroking, his touch a balm to her anxious heart.

“I know, love. I know,” he said, his voice patient and kind. “But the healer told us that it would take time. And that there were no guarantees. After the trauma you went through, it was your wolf’s way of shielding you. She retreated to protect you.”

Iva nodded, lost in thought, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.

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It had been six weeks since she had woken up with no memories.

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Six weeks of piecing together fragments of her past from the conversations she had with her

mate.

He had been patient, kind, never pushing her to remember, always reassuring her that it didn’t matter. But she knew that it did matter. She could feel the emptiness inside her, the hollow space.

where her wolf should have been.

She had tried everything to reach her inner wolf.

She had cried, pleaded, meditated, and searched the depths of her soul. She had spent hours

sitting in silence, reaching inward, calling out to the part of herself that had gone silent. But there

was only silence in return.

Her wolf had withdrawn so deeply that Iva couldn’t even sense her presence anymore. It was as if

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