Emma's POVIf someone found me out here, they would ask questions I couldn't answer right now. My footfalls were almost silent as I made my way through the underbrush, my breath visible in the early morning chill. Wrapping my arms tighter around me as I scanned my surroundings for any signs of life. The pre-dawn sky began to shift from inky black to a soft gradient of blue and orange. Relief washed over me as I finally saw the outline of my apartment building in the distance. The pace of my steps quickened, fueled by the need for the sanctuary of four familiar walls.As I approached the front door, my heart sank when I saw Grace standing there, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently. She had been waiting for me. Her expression morphed from worry to relief to irritation in a matter of seconds.“What are you doing here, Grace?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even though I felt far from it.She gave me a strange look, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I wanted to check up on you b
Emma's POVOne week later, I found myself standing outside Nicholas’s room, my palms sweaty and my heart pounding in my chest. It was my first day back at work, and I was about to face the one person I had been avoiding. The implications of Lena’s deception weighed heavily on my conscience, but I couldn't act recklessly. It wasn't my place to reveal Lena’s secret, yet if she didn’t come clean soon, I knew I would have to intervene for Nicholas’s sake.Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. Nicholas was sitting by the window, a rare smile on his face as he took in the morning sun. Despite everything he went through, he still managed to look regal and composed.“Good morning, Nicholas,” I greeted him softly, trying to keep my tone light.“Emma,” he replied, turning to face me with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you back. How are you feeling?”“I’m doing okay. How about you?”He rolled his shoulders in a casual shrug. “As well as one can be in my situation. But it’s good to have
**Nicholas's POV**The silence in the room was suffocating, even more so than usual. Knowing that Emma was going to see Dr. Carter drove me insane. Aaron Carter was everything I wasn’t—confident, mobile, and a goddamn player who had his eyes on Emma. I wanted Emma for myself, but every time I worked up the nerve to confess my feelings, something inevitably disrupted my plans, or I simply became too nervous and backed out.Before my accident, I wouldn’t have thought twice about declaring my feelings. I used to be decisive and bold, the kind of man who got what he wanted. But now? Now, I felt like a shadow of my former self, trapped in a body that no longer responded the way it should. Today was going to be different, though. Today, I would find the courage to tell Emma how I felt, come hell or high water.I spent the entire day trying to work up the courage. I rehearsed what I'd say and how I’d say it. But the thoughts of my broken body and my shattered confidence kept pushing the word
Emma's POVThe moment Nicholas's fangs had touched my skin, it felt like my universe had cracked wide open. I had spent my entire life without a wolf, and in a split second, something primal had awakened within me – only to be drowned by confusion and outrage.“What did you do?” I whispered, my voice trembling, as I backed away from him slowly. The room seemed to spin around me, my hand instinctively covering the fresh bite mark on my neck.“I... I’m sorry, Emma. I couldn’t control it,” Nicholas stammered, a mix of guilt and desperation marring his usually stoic face.My head swam with a torrent of emotions. Betrayal mingled with longing, confusion mixed with a strange sense of completeness. What had he done to me, and why? "Do you have any idea what you've just done?" I yelled, my voice rising with each word. I struggled to remain composed, but the ground seemed to shift beneath my feet. "You've altered everything!"Nicholas reached out, his eyes filled with regret. “Emma, please, le
**Nicholas’s POV**"What have I done?" I whispered to myself, my voice hollow. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.The shaking of my hands disrupted the stillness of the room, forcing me into action. I needed to fix this and explain it, but my mind was a chaotic mess, and I was unable to formulate a coherent plan. I reached for my phone, trembling fingers barely able to unlock it. I dialled Emma’s number without thinking, but it went straight to voicemail."Emma, it's Nicholas. Please, I... I need to talk to you. Call me back. Please," I stuttered through the voicemail, feeling more desperate with each passing second. I hung up, letting out a scream of frustration as I hurled my phone across the room. It hit the wall, the screen shattering into jagged lines, mirroring how I felt inside.My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—sorrow, guilt, fear. I could feel Emma's pain as if it were my own, the bond forged by the bite overwhelming me with her every heartbeat. I knew
**Emma’s POV**I didn’t sleep at all that night. My mind was a tangled mess, trying to work out why Nicholas had marked me. The feelings of anguish and betrayal cut through me like a knife, making me unable to find even a moment's peace. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nicholas’s face—filled with regret and some other emotion I couldn’t quite place.In the early hours of the morning, the sound of knocking pulled me from my chaotic thoughts. I sat up on the lounge, exhausted and emotionally drained, as the persistent knocking continued. It was Aaron; I could tell from the way he knocked—confident and sure.I sat there, ignoring his calls and knocks, until I finally heard his footsteps retreat down the hall. A small sense of guilt pulled at me, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming need to understand why Nicholas had done this and what it meant for us.I knew I couldn’t stay locked away forever. I had to face Nicholas and get the answers I needed. With a heavy sigh, I forced mys
**Emma's POV**I took a deep breath as I stepped into Nicholas's office, trying to steady my pounding heart. His eyes met mine with a mixture of guilt and longing that made my stomach twist. His normally composed facade was cracked, and for a moment, I felt a brief pang of sympathy. But that sympathy was quickly replaced by anger."Emma, I’m so…" he began, his voice soft and filled with regret.I held up a hand to stop him. "I don't want your apologies, Nicholas. I want answers."His eyes widened slightly at my interruption, but he nodded, understanding my demand for the truth. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk, and I hesitated before sitting down. He wheeled himself around the desk to face me directly, his expression grave."After I rejected Lena as my mate," he started, his voice strained, "I felt something with you. A bond stronger than anything I'd felt before. But I was so hurt by what Lena had done to me—I didn't know if I could trust anyone else, especially not her
**Emma's POV**I burst out of Nicholas’s house, my face wet with tears and my heart in turmoil. My car keys bit into my palm as I squeezed them, the cold metal grounding me in the present. I couldn’t bear to be alone right now, with my thoughts and fears swirling around me in a chaotic dance. I needed to be around someone who cared for me genuinely, without any hidden agendas.Hope View wasn't far. I drove through the winding roads, the trees blurring past me. The familiar sight of Hope View calmed me a bit. It was a place of solace, a place where I could breathe. I parked the car and stepped out, the cool air a soothing balm against my heated skin.As I walked into the hospital, the distant muffled sounds of people talking. I needed Grace more than ever. But as I moved through the hallway, something made me stop in front of Evan's room. Voices spilled out into the hallway, sharp and angry."You think I need your pity?" Evan's voice thundered, filled with raw anger and pain. "Get out,
Emma's PovThe dim light surrounded me as I went down the basement stairs. Shadows moved on the walls as if they were alive with secrets. Every creak of the steps under my feet echoed like my racing heartbeat, loud and ominous.It was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of water dripping somewhere I couldn't see. When I reached the bottom, I was met by a sharp cold that gave me goosebumps. Chilly drafts of air moved mysteriously through the worn floors and piled-up boxes.I walked down the narrow hallway, its twists feeling like a bad dream I couldn't escape. The hair on my neck stood up, sensing I was being watched. The silence around me felt heavy, filled with secrets I was determined to uncover.Then I saw it—the door. It looked simple but felt important, just like in my dreams. Memories of strange dreams filled my mind, feeling both familiar and ominous. My hand hesitated over the doorknob, and as my fingers touched it, the door creaked open on its own, slowly as if inviti
**Emma's POV**It was time to confront what haunted my dreams: I needed answers. Hope View was my destination someone how it was tied into all this.The closer I got, the more my apprehension grew. Would I find what I sought, or was I diving headfirst into another mess I couldn’t untangle?As the hospital came into view, my grip tightened around the steering wheel.I parked and sat still for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself before stepping out. The air was crisp invigorating, as if urging me to push forward. With one final exhale, I made my way inside.The echoes of hurried footsteps and distant voices bounced off the walls as I entered the common room. My eyes darted around, searching for the one person who knew this place better than anyone—Grace.I found her talking with a patient, her smile warm and genuine. “Grace!” I called softly, nervousness tainting my voice. Her head lifted immediately, and her eyes met mine with a hint of surprise.“Emma,” she said, the surpr
**Nicholas's POV**Anger coursed through me, fierce and unrestrained, setting my senses ablaze. Betrayal was a familiar sting, yet it cut deeper this time.Finding out the baby wasn’t mine felt like the punch I never saw coming. Not that I wanted a child with Lena, but the deception—I let them fool me again. The fact that Emma was part of it cut like a savage wound through my heart. I had trusted her, and that trust felt broken.The sound of the front door opening tore me from my thoughts. James stepped into the room, bringing with him a different kind of energy. As he approached, he seemed to hold a quiet storm of his own.“She wouldn’t come back with me, Nicholas,” James said.A fresh wave of anger surged through me. "What do you mean she wouldn’t come back? Did you tell her that it was a direct order from me?"James met my gaze with steady eyes. “I tried, Nicholas. I told her. But she needs space, and I think you need to respect that.”I clenched my fists, raw emotion bubbling to t
**Emma's POV**Hours drifted by in a blur as I drove, the road stretching endlessly before me. My heart felt like it was in a perpetual state of near-explosion. I had always felt alone like no one understood me, but now, the loneliness was more profound than ever. Yet, I wouldn’t let it break me. I couldn’t succumb to it.The fluorescent glow of my car's dashboard lights was the only constant in the silent, dark night. The lines on the road seemed to blur together, and my eyelids grew heavy. The exhaustion was catching up with me, more emotional than physical, but it was pulling me under just the same.“Just a little further,” I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if it could anchor me to reality. But even my determination wasn’t enough to stave off the inevitable.I pulled over to the side of the road, the gravel crunching under the tyres as the car came to a halt. I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes. Almost immediately, an image of Nichol
**Emma's POV**My knees felt weak as I wobbled to my feet, blinking away the tears clouding my vision. The knock on the door grew louder, more insistent. For a moment, I considered ignoring it, letting whoever it was think I wasn't home. But something inside urged me to move, to confront whatever waited on the other side.Gingerly, I walked to the door and peered through the peephole. My heart leapt to my throat. James stood there, looking impatient. A torrent of emotions surged within me—fear, panic, a sliver of hope.My body shook as I stepped away from the door, trying to steady my breathing. "No, he can't be here. Not now," I whispered desperately to myself.As if reading my mind, James’s voice came through the door, deep and resonant. "I know you're in there, Emma. I can smell you. Please, just open up."I stood frozen, my mind racing. Go with James, back to Nicholas, the man I loved but had hurt so deeply. The idea was unbearable. Or stay here, trapped in this suffocating pit of
**Emma's POV**My entire body felt numb as I walked back to my car. Nicholas's face, contorted with pain and anger, haunted me. I couldn't shake the image from my mind as I reached the car. My father's voice cut through my pain, harsh and unforgiving."Emma!" he shouted, his voice filled with unrestrained rage. "You are no longer part of this family. You've destroyed everything!"I turned around to face him. The sting of his words cut deep, but strangely, I didn't care, not about him, Lena, or even the rest of my so-called family. They were nothing but a shell wrapped in their own lies and deceit."You know what, Father?" I began, my voice steady and cold. "This family was a mess long before I had anything to do with it. I might not have been born with a wolf, but at least I have a heart."His eyes flared with fury as he took a step toward me. "We should have disowned the wolfless freak years ago!" he spat.Those words hit me harder than any physical blow ever could. Wolfless freak.
**Nicholas's POV**The ride home was agonisingly silent, the only sound the rumble of the engine and the occasional bump in the road. Each passing mile did little to quell the storm inside me. Emma's voice still echoed in my ears, her words like splinters stuck deep under my skin. My mind was a chaotic whirlwind of betrayal and longing, of anger and sorrow.I pulled into the driveway of my house, the stone walls standing stoic and cold, symbols of a life I no longer fully understood. James helped me out of the car, though my humiliation growled deep within me, casting a shadow over any gratitude I might have felt."Do you need anything, Nicholas?" James asked, his voice tinged with concern as he watched me wheel myself towards the front door."Just leave me alone," I snapped, not turning to look at him. I heard his resigned sigh before he closed the car door and drove off, leaving me in the encompassing silence of my grand yet empty house.I wheeled myself into my study, the heavy oak
**Emma's POV**The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped into my parents' house. It was a conflicting mixture of comforting memories and the looming sense of dread. My mother was the first to greet me, her warm smile a stark contrast to the icy tension pooling in my stomach."Emma, dear! It's so good to see you." She wrapped me in a tight hug, and I did my best to return it with equal warmth despite my jittery nerves."Hi, Mum," I said, pulling back and forcing a shaky smile. "Where's Dad?""He's in a meeting but should be joining us very soon," she replied, folding her hands neatly. The slight furrow in her brow told me she sensed something was up. "It's quite unexpected for you to want to have dinner with us. You never call.""Yeah, well," I started, feeling Lena's eyes bore into me from her spot in the living room, "I felt like it was time for a family talk.""Something serious?" my mother asked, her curiosity piqued."Yes, but I'd rather wait until everyone's here," I s
**Nicholas's POV**The hum of the bustling hospital was a stark contrast to the chaos echoing in my mind. Sitting in the sterile waiting room, the air tinged with antiseptic and cold efficiency, I couldn't get Emma out of my head. Her scent, the touch of her skin, and the pull I felt towards her—it was all-consuming.I shook myself out of the reverie as the waiting room door swung open. "Nicholas," the new doctor called out, snapping a file shut. If only it were that easy to close the chapters of my messy life.I wheeled myself into the consultation room, every rotation of the wheels reminding me of my incapacitation. Dr. Carter’s office had been a place of frustration and disdain. Now, facing a new possibility—or, more likely, another dead-end—left me with a sinking feeling of hopelessness I couldn’t shake.The new doctor, Dr. Blake, was a middle-aged man with greying hair and a kind demeanor. He extended a hand, and I shook it, forcing a polite smile."Nicholas, I've gone over your