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
Nicholas’s POVThe rage that had fuelled my outburst began to simmer into a cold wave of regret. I stared at the shattered pieces of the mug I'd thrown, the fragments reflecting my emotional state—broken, scattered, irreparable. The silence that followed Emma's departure was excruciating, a poignant reminder of the hollowness that plagued my every waking moment.After what felt like an eternity, I wheeled myself back to the window, staring out into the endless stretch of the land that seemed to mock my confinement. The outside world felt unreachable, a distant memory of a life where I was powerful, untamed, and free. Now, I was nothing but a prisoner in my own home, my own body.For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine stepping outside, feeling the earth beneath my feet, the wind rustling through my fur when I shifted. But it was just a fantasy, a cruel game my mind played, reminding me of what I had lost.I closed my eyes, trying to push away the dark clouds of despair that loomed o
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