Nicholas's POVThe ticking clock on the wall felt like a reminder of how much time had passed since everything went to hell. I still struggled to accept Lena’s pregnancy, a dark cloud hanging over the brief moments of clarity I managed to grasp. And the gnawing doubt—was the baby even mine? The question lingered, refusing to be silenced. But the worst thing of all was how much my heart craved to be close to Emma again. “Good morning, Mr. Blackwood,” the new nurse greeted me with an overtly cheerful voice as she wheeled in a cart loaded with medical paraphernalia. I didn't catch her name; I didn't care to. Emma’s absence was a gaping wound in my daily routine, one no amount of words could patch up."Morning," I muttered back, my voice husked with exhaustion rather than morning grogginess.The nurse began setting up, her movements efficient if not overly clinical. "Let's start with your exercises," she chimed, attempting to infuse some optimism into the air. It fell flat, like a joke t
Emma's POVThe hospital doors slid shut behind me as the neon "EXIT" sign cast an eerie glow on the empty parking lot. The evening air was cool, a welcome respite from the hospital's artificial climate. My body tingled with exhaustion, but my heart felt light. Today had been different; I'd made a difference, even if just a little.Fumbling in my bag, I searched for my car keys, the distant sound of chirping crickets my only company. I loved these solitary moments when the world slowed down enough for me to catch my breath. Anxiety often loomed large over me, a wolfless girl in a pack where everyone had their distinct place. Yet, here in the silence, I could pretend I belonged.Just as my fingers wrapped around my keys, an unsettling noise came from behind me—a shuffling, almost dragging sound. My muscles tensed, and the hair on my skin prickled. I started to turn around when someone grabbed my arm with an iron grip.White-hot pain shot through my body, incapacitating any semblance of
Nicholas's POVThe moment James stepped into the room, I knew something was wrong. His usually confident stride was tentative, and his eyes darted away from mine as he approached."Emma wouldn’t come with me," he said, his voice low but firm.The words hit like a punch to the gut. My fists clenched, knuckles white. "What do you mean she wouldn’t come?" I demanded, barely keeping my rage in check.James took a deep breath. "She thinks it's best for both of you if she keeps her distance for now." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "She needs space."The thought of facing another day without her was unbearable. "Space?" I spat the word, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "I've had enough space. I need her here, now.""I understand," James said, his tone measured. "But you can't force her to come back. She needs time."My control snapped. "Time?" I seethed. I don't have time, James. I need her here!" My chair squeaked as I gripped the arms, and I felt just as trapped in my emot
Emma's POV As I rounded a corner, Dr. Aaron Carter's broad, confident form came into view. His smile lit up his face the moment he saw me. “Emma, just the person I was hoping to run into,” he said, leaning casually against the wall. “So, about that date—how about tonight?” I paused, my heart sinking ever so slightly. I still wasn’t sure about him. There was something that didn’t sit right with me about him. But I had to keep my word and I had promised him a date. “Sure, tonight,” I replied reluctantly, forcing a smile. “Great! I’ll pick you up at eight,” he said, looking genuinely pleased. As I started to reply, a familiar voice cut through my thoughts. “Emma!” I turned to see Grace, a fellow nurse, walking towards me. “Someone’s here to see you,” she informed me, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and urgency. Before I could ask who it was, I saw Nicholas wheeling himself down the hallway towards me. Every wolf within sight bowed their head as he passed, a mark of respect that
Emma's POVI stood in front of the mirror, fixing an errant strand of hair for what felt like the hundredth time. The reflection that stared back at me looked anxious—a face haunted by a myriad of questions that gnawed at my peace. It wasn't just the date with Aaron that had me on edge; it was everything. The unsettling encounter with the elderly woman in the parking lot, Nicholas—always Nicholas—and the curious burn on my arm. My whole existence seemed entwined with shadows that refused to dissipate.I heard a knock on my door and took a deep breath before opening it to find Aaron standing there, a charming smile plastered on his face. His casual, confident demeanour did little to relax me."Ready for our night out?" he asked, offering me his hand.I forced a smile, slipping my hand into his. "Yeah, let's go."We decided on a quaint bistro just outside the city limits. The atmosphere was warm, its old-world charm doing wonders to soothe my frazzled nerves. The crackling firewood, the
Emma's POVSleep was elusive, a distant dream as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The note buzzed through my mind like an unresolved symphony. Nicholas's name, scribbled amidst cryptic notes, still echoed in my thoughts. Why did Aaron have this? What could it mean?Morning arrived too soon, and with a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed. I glanced at the time, knowing I had to get ready for work at Nicholas’s. Despite my swirling emotions, I couldn’t shirk my responsibilities. I dressed quickly, summoning all the strength I could muster. As I drove, the tempting solace of my bed tugged at me, but I couldn't afford that luxury. Shielded behind the comfort of dark sunglasses, my eyes scanned the road while my mind remained fixated on the piece of paper. The sky outside reflected my inner turmoil, a mix of grey clouds swirling in uncertainty.My route took me past the hospital, and I couldn't help but notice Aaron's car parked in its usual spot. Something inside me snapped;
Emma's POVThe day's events swirled in my mind like a maelstrom as I drove back home. The way Nicholas had been so unusually kind, Aaron's secretive note, and Lena's disdainful attitude—it all felt like pieces of a puzzle that just wouldn't fit together. I parked my car outside my apartment, staring at the steering wheel in a futile attempt to piece everything together. The weight of unasked questions pressed on my chest, stifling my breath.Dragging myself inside, I dropped my bag on the couch and sank into its cushions, running a hand through my hair. "What on earth is going on?" I muttered to myself, feeling the walls of my world closing in.A sudden, loud knock on the door startled me. My heart leapt into my throat as I stood, hesitating before opening it. Standing there was Aaron, his smile as disarming as ever."Aaron, what are you doing here?" My voice came out more accusing than welcoming.He raised an eyebrow but kept his smile. "Can’t a guy visit a friend? I brought this," h
Emma's POVMy day began with a throbbing headache and muscles that felt like they were on fire. After a quick glance in the mirror, I picked up my phone and dialled Nicholas's number."Nicholas, it's Emma," I began, my voice sounding weaker than I intended. I'm not feeling well. My head is pounding, and my muscles ache. Would you mind if I took the day off?""Of course, Emma," Nicholas replied in a tone surprisingly soft. "Take care of yourself. We'll manage here without you.""Thank you," I whispered, hanging up the phone before sinking back onto the couch. The TV was a black void in front of me, but even sitting idle felt unbearable. Restless energy gnawed at me, and I found myself fidgeting, unable to relax. Finally, with a sigh, I decided to check on Grace at Hope View Hospital.Getting dressed was a struggle, but eventually, I managed. The drive to Hope View was a blur, the scenery rushing past while my mind churned with endless questions—about Aaron, Nicholas, and even Lena.Arr