The morning arrived, and the soft rays of dawn peeked through my thin curtains. As I lay in bed, the memories of the tumultuous events played over in my mind like an unending reel of misfortune and heartbreak. Nicholas’s request echoed in my head incessantly, making it impossible to find clarity. With a groan, I dragged myself out of bed, aware that today would irrevocably change the course of my life.I pulled on my scrubs, the familiar fabric feeling somewhat foreign now, given the immense responsibility that awaited me. For some reason, this job felt like it held a lot more than my normal nursing job. So much was relying on me not messing this up. I briskly moved to the kitchen and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. The rich aroma filled the room, offering me a small comfort. As I held the warm cup between my hands, preparing to take my first sip, a sharp knock on the door startled me.Letting out a frustrated sigh, I placed the cup down and headed towards the door. My first sip of coff
Nicholas's POVThe door closed softly behind Emma, leaving me ensnared in the echoing silence of my room. I stared at the spot where she'd been standing just moments ago, trying to banish the bitter coil of frustration lodged in my chest. I didn’t want to be cruel to her, but it was hard to control the rage that I had inside of me now, and I hated that she pitied me. I clenched my fists, a futile gesture meant to rekindle a sense of the control I so desperately missed.The pile of clothes on my bed taunted me. Getting changed for bed should’ve been a routine task, but now it felt like I was staring up at an unclimbable mountain. The thought of calling Emma back to help rattled in my mind. But my pride dug in its heels. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—admit that I needed someone else to perform even the most basic tasks for me.With a determined grunt, I reached for my pyjama pants, only to have them slip through my fingers and fall to the floor. “Come on, dammit.” I leaned precariously over the e
Emma's POVThe morning sun filtered through the slats of the blinds, casting long shadows across the hallway as I approached Nicholas’s door. A sense of unease gnawed at the pit of my stomach. Last night still playing heavily on my mind. I understood why he was so mad, but he was making it impossible for me to do the job that he hired me to do, and if I couldn’t do that job, then what was the point of me being here? I hesitated before the door, my hand poised just above the doorknob, wondering if he would resent my intrusion. But something drew me in, a magnetic pull stronger than my fear of his wrath. I opened the door slowly, prepared for anything.What I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of Nicholas sprawled on the floor, looking defeated and more vulnerable than I had ever seen him.My breath caught in my throat. "Nicholas!" I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside him. "Are you okay? What happened?"His eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of the proud, po
Emma's POVThe day had been long and exhausting, filled with the usual back-and-forth of trying to assist Nicholas while trying to avoid hitting the invisible landmines of his temper. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue through the large windows, I decided I needed a break—some time to clear my head and regroup my thoughts. Even though I made a promise to help Nicholas navigate this new reality, I had to look after my own mental health, too.Walking down the hall, I tried to summon the courage to face Nicholas one more time today. As I stood outside his office door, I took a deep breath and lightly knocked, waiting for his gruff acknowledgment before pushing it open.Nicholas sat behind his mahogany desk, the room heavy with the scent of leather and paper. His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, seemed softer, almost contemplative, as he sifted through some documents. His wheelchair was a stark contrast to the powerful image he tried so hard to mai
Nicholas's POVThe mansion felt particularly empty tonight. The vast dining room, with its long, polished table set for an echo of a grand feast, remained untouched. Every minute ticked by with an oppressive slowness, each second a relentless reminder of Emma’s defiance. I glanced at the clock, the dim light casting a long shadow over its timeless face.Where was she?Rearranging the silverware out of sheer impatience, I tried to concentrate on the wine glass before me. Her eating dinner with me every night was, something explicitly outlined in the contract. Had she still not read the contract? Or was she purposely trying to provoke me?“James!” I called out, my voice resonating throughout the mansion.Within moments, my beta and closest confidant appeared at the doorway, his expression a neutral mask. “Yes, Alpha?”“Go fetch Emma. Dinner's getting cold.”James hesitated, something he rarely did. "I was on my way to tell you, alpha. Emma said she would not be joining you for dinner."
Emma's POVThe morning sun crept into my room, its warm rays gently coaxing me from a restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I almost forgot the unusual events of last night. But then reality came crashing down, filling my mind with the overwhelming certainty that nothing was normal anymore.I stretched and glanced around my room, still marvelling at its luxurious, if somewhat oppressive, decor. Everything was too pristine, too orderly. This didn't feel like home. It felt like another layer of Nicholas's control.As my gaze swept across the walls, something caught my eye. Or rather, the lack of something. My door—it was gone. My heart pounded as I scrambled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor as I rushed to where the door should be. I touched the solid wall, disbelief making me laugh incredulously. He really thought he could strip away my freedom that easily?You want to play games, Nicholas? I thought to myself, a fire igniting in my chest. Then that’s what
Nicholas's POVA smile grew on my lips as Emma walked out of the room. She thought she had put me in my place and had gained some small victory in our battle of wills. Little did she know, I wasn’t going to give up that easy. Not because I wanted to control her, but because messing around with her gave me some joy, making me forget, if only for short moments, that I was stuck in this chair and may never walk again.Later that day, the sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows through the mansion’s grand windows. I found myself lost in thought in my office, the weight of the day pressing down on me. The accident, Lena’s betrayal, the keeping the secret that Emma is my mate—it was all getting to me. But I was an alpha; I couldn’t let any of it break me.Reaching for the intercom, I pressed the button. "Emma, can you come to my office?"The static crackled for a moment before her voice responded, firm but polite. "I'll be there in a minute."True to her word, moments later, Emma app
Emma's POVThe tension between Nicholas and me was clear. Each day, as I navigated the mansion, I found myself tiptoeing around his moods, trying to anticipate the next challenge he would throw my way. Despite everything, a part of me couldn’t help but feel a deep empathy for him. His strength, his command—they were a shadow of who he used to be, and it pained me to see him struggle so much.As the week progressed, I found myself searching for any opportunity to lighten the tension between us. The mansion, grand as it was, felt suffocating with its constant undercurrent of unspoken emotions. I needed to find a way to break through the walls Nicholas had built around himself.Nicholas refused to leave the house, which meant I never got to leave the house. This was something I really struggled with, and every time I brought it up, it would send Nicholas into a fit of rage.One evening, as I was preparing his medication, an idea struck me. It was simple yet bold, something that could eit