Returning to the hospital for my shift felt surreal. As the faces of familiar patients brought me a semblance of normalcy, anticipation ate at me. By the midpoint of my shift, I knew I couldn't delay the unavoidable any longer.Nicholas' room was at the end of the corridor. I took a deep breath, convincing myself that I could face him, that I could face everything. With trembling fingers, I pushed open the door."Nicholas?" I called softly.He turned to look at me, his piercing gaze unreadable. For a moment, the room suffocated in silence before I cleared my throat and took another step forward."I've come to tell you... I'll take the deal," I said, my voice steady despite the churning inside me. His eyes continued to bore into me, inspecting every minuscule flicker of emotion on my face. Finally, he spoke, "Good. I get discharged tomorrow at 10 am. I expect you to be there."Swallowing hard, I nodded, rummaging through my bag until I found the contract and pen. Silently, I placed th
Nicholas POVAs soon as Emma left the room, the silence was a suffocating blanket. With a heavy sigh, I let my head fall back against the pillows, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions. The bitterness of Lena's betrayal was still fresh in my heart. It was as though the Moon Goddess herself took pleasure in twisting my fate in a cruel way, punishing me in ways that I wouldn’t wish upon my enemies.I closed my eyes and reached out to James, my Beta, through our mind link. **"James, Emma has agreed to be my nurse. Can you make up the guest bedroom for her?"** My silent request echoed in the empty spaces of my thoughts.James’s reply was unwavering. **"Understood, Alpha."**I took a moment to gather myself before speaking again. **"And I want you to pick her up tomorrow morning at 9 am."****"Understood, Alpha,"** came James’s prompt reply, his tone never faltering in its loyalty.Opening my eyes, I stared down at my useless legs. The rage that built inside me was a palpable force, t
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