Attachment 422

In Chapter 422 of “Attachment 422,” titled “Face Reveal,” the aftermath of the Roses’ collapse leaves the community of Montrose in disarray, yearning for a strong leader. Elias emerges as a popular figurehead amidst the chaos, quickly gaining a following, particularly from his devoted supporter, Calista. However, Mina, the protagonist, finds solace in Elias’s absence, having recently experienced a confusing and vexing encounter with him, which included an unexpected kiss and the theft of her hair tie. Although the citizens rally behind Elias, Mina feels relief at not having to deal with him directly.

As the chapter unfolds, Mina prepares for a lantern festival while her friends depart for the festivities. Just when she thinks she has escaped Elias’s presence, he unexpectedly shows up at her door, accompanied by guards. Despite her attempts to avoid interaction, Elias’s playful demeanor and teasing remarks draw her in, creating a tension between them. Mina’s reluctance to engage with him is palpable, and she tries to maintain her distance, even as he requests her signature on important paperwork.

The situation escalates when a deer suddenly charges towards them, prompting Elias to instinctively shield Mina by tackling her to the ground. In this moment of vulnerability, an intense awareness forms between them, leading Mina to realize that Elias has seen her face. Overwhelmed by the revelation, she instinctively pushes him away, scrambling to regain her composure. Elias, still dazed, is pulled away by his guards, leaving Mina shaken and frustrated by the turn of events.

The chapter culminates in a moment of emotional turmoil for Mina, who grapples with the implications of Elias seeing her true self. The tension between their past encounters and the current chaos leaves her feeling exposed and anxious. As she reflects on the day’s events, she realizes that her attempts to distance herself from Elias may be futile, as their paths continue to intertwine in unexpected ways.

**Chapter 422: Face Reveal**

**MINA**

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With the collapse of the Roses, chaos swept through our land, leaving a gaping void that demanded a strong leader to guide us into the future. In the midst of the turmoil, Elias emerged as the temporary figurehead, stepping into the role with an unexpected flair. His popularity soared across the nation, eclipsing even the beloved artists of yesteryears. In fact, he had amassed a following that rivaled theirs, with Calista being his most ardent supporter, practically glowing with admiration whenever his name was mentioned.

Yet, despite the adoration he garnered and his ability to orchestrate affairs from a distance, Montrose still craved its own dedicated leader.

Thus, in a flurry of urgency, an emergency election was called.

Campaigns erupted like wildflowers in spring. Posters were plastered on every conceivable surface, and rallies sprang forth in every corner of the districts. Elias and his team took the reins, ensuring that everything was meticulously organized. The citizens of Montrose appeared to place their faith in him, believing he could steer us through the storm.

I, on the other hand, found solace in the fact that I hadn’t seen him in what felt like an eternity. Although his voice echoed through the television each night and his face was plastered on the walls of our home—and even on the trunks of towering trees—his absence felt like a delightful gift, a reprieve from the chaos he often brought into my life.

The last time we had interacted, he had managed to vex me thoroughly. Not only had we shared an unexpected kiss, but he had also proven to be an enigma, a puzzle I struggled to piece together. And then there was that peculiar moment when he pilfered my hair tie as if it were a cherished trophy.

So, his absence was, without a doubt, the best present I could have asked for.

Today, Rowen, Corvin, and Calista had departed early, eager to partake in the lantern festival that was set to illuminate the plaza. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, as nearly everyone seemed to embrace the festivities with open arms.

Yet, as fate would have it, just as I was expressing gratitude to the heavens for keeping Elias at bay, he materialized right in front of me.

“Collection of ballots!” he called out, his voice ringing from just beyond the door.

A frown creased my brow at the sound of his voice.

Lucky me. Just my luck.

I let out a resigned sigh, finishing the last touches in the kitchen before retrieving the pre-filled ballots from the table. It was painfully obvious who everyone would choose; the Roses were a thing of the past, and no one desired any remnants of their influence near the helm of leadership ever again.

I quickly pulled my cloak over my head, cinching it tightly to obscure my hair and most of my face.

With a deep breath, I opened the door, only to freeze in place.

I had sensed his presence before even opening the door, yet I clung to a fleeting hope that I was mistaken. Spoiler alert: I wasn’t.

Elias stood before me, towering and imposing, his dark hair appearing longer than I remembered. He wore glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, and behind him stood several guards, all clad in uniform, a silent testament to his status.

I felt a groan rise within me. Why couldn’t he have shown up when Calista was home? She would have swooned with joy. But, of course, he had to choose this moment, when I was the only one present. So much for my peace and quiet.

Clearly, they had been moving with surprising speed today, arriving earlier than anticipated. They likely aimed to complete their rounds before the plaza became a chaotic sea of humanity.

Elias’s gaze lifted the moment he recognized me, even with the cloak obscuring my features.

He smiled—a grin that hinted at the mischief he was always ready to unleash.

The guards exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued.

“Alpha, you know her?” one of them inquired, his brow furrowed in intrigue.

Another guard squinted at me, skepticism etched on his face. “Why is she wearing a cloak inside her own house?”

Elias chose not to respond to either question, his focus solely on me, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took a step closer.

“We’ve been out and about the entire day,” he declared theatrically, feigning a deep sigh. “We’re so tired.”

I chose to ignore his playful jab, thrusting the ballots toward him instead.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, as if he were relishing the moment.

“I didn’t even think about you,” I shot back curtly, my voice firm.

A few of the guards stifled snickers, and Elias’s grin widened, despite his efforts to conceal it.

“You best be going,” I insisted, stepping back to bring our brief interaction to a swift conclusion.

But he merely shook his head, determination etched on his features.

“We need you to sign here,” he said, raising a wooden board with paperwork affixed to it.

I let out a heavy sigh, one that prompted a guard to cough to stifle a laugh.

Still, I nodded, taking the pen from him. As I leaned forward to sign the document, I felt his heavy, curious gaze resting on me, almost as if he were trying to decipher a riddle.

Once I finished signing, I handed the board back, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

“Thank you,” I muttered, surprising myself by expressing gratitude for his efforts on behalf of the people of Fenra. His smile widened further, and I instantly regretted my words.

Just as I was about to retreat inside, a sudden shout pierced the air.

“Deer!”

The guards sprang into action, their movements swift and practiced. Hooves pounded against the ground, a blur of brown and antlers charging directly toward us. I barely had time to process what was happening.

But Elias reacted in an instant.

A force collided with me, knocking the breath from my lungs as I hit the ground, his weight shielding me from the impending chaos.

A strong gust of wind whipped around us, my hair lifting as if caught in an unseen current. It felt unnaturally cool, and I found myself breathing easier, the panic momentarily subsiding.

His breath hitched, and that was when the realization struck me.

I felt it.

In that heartbeat, the world around us warped, and I became acutely aware of his gaze fixed upon me, wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling as if he were wrestling with an internal battle. A tremor coursed through his arms, barely restrained on either side of my head.

The awareness hit me like a tidal wave. The hairs on my skin prickled, and everything within me tightened in response.

He saw my face.

In a surge of instinct, I shoved him away with all my might.

He blinked, startled, as if awakening from a deep trance. I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing loudly in my ears. My palms trembled, yet I kept them firmly at the sides of my hood, unwilling to reveal myself.

Elias remained on his knees, gazing up at me as if I were the one who had knocked the wind from him.

“Leave,” I hissed, my voice low and urgent. But he didn’t budge.

He stayed there, breathless and dazed, until two guards grasped his arms, dragging him back.

“Come on, Alpha,” one urged, concern lacing his tone. “That was really dangerous.”

He didn’t resist their hold, nor did he look away. His gaze remained locked on me, as if trying to memorize something he couldn’t quite comprehend.

As he was pulled from view, I let out a long, shaky breath, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to steady myself.

The universe must truly despise me.

In the aftermath of the unexpected encounter, the air between us crackled with unspoken words and emotions that had long been buried beneath layers of misunderstanding and avoidance. Elias’s presence, once a source of irritation, had transformed into a catalyst for reflection. As he knelt there, stunned by the revelation of my identity, I realized that the barrier I had constructed around my heart was beginning to crumble. The chaos of our world outside faded into the background, leaving only the weight of our shared moment. I had pushed him away, yet the intensity of his gaze lingered in my mind—a reminder that beneath the layers of our tumultuous relationship lay a connection that was undeniable, perhaps even fated.

As the guards ushered him away, I felt a mix of relief and regret. The chaos of the deer incident had jolted me into a stark realization: I could no longer hide from the truth of my feelings. The fear of vulnerability had kept me cloaked in shadows, but Elias’s unwavering gaze had pierced through my defenses. I stood alone in the doorway, the weight of his absence suddenly palpable, and I knew that I had to confront the emotions I had long denied. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—our story was far from over. In the heart of Montrose, amidst the chaos and the lanterns of the festival, a flicker of hope ignited within me, urging me to embrace the possibility of a future where love and leadership could coexist.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

As the dust settles from the unexpected encounter between Mina and Elias, the tension in the air thickens, promising a whirlwind of emotions and revelations in the upcoming chapter. With Elias having caught a glimpse of Mina’s true identity, the stakes are higher than ever. Will he confront her about the face he now knows, or will he choose to keep the secret, allowing the mystery to deepen? The dynamics of their relationship are poised for a dramatic shift, and readers can expect a rollercoaster of emotions as they navigate the complexities of attraction, identity, and the weight of their past interactions.

Moreover, the looming threat of chaos in Montrose continues to hang over them like a storm cloud. With the emergency election underway and Elias’s popularity soaring, the political landscape is rife with tension and potential betrayal. As Mina grapples with her feelings for Elias and the implications of their fateful encounter, the festival atmosphere will serve as a backdrop for pivotal decisions that could alter the course of their lives. Will Mina embrace her true self and step into the light, or will she retreat further into the shadows? The next chapter promises to unveil the intricacies of their attachment, leaving readers breathless with anticipation.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.