As we sped to the hospital, I sat next to Lena as she gripped my hand tight. As we pulled up to the hospital, everyone jumped out, rushing inside. Getting to the front desk, my father began to ask where Nicholas was when a doctor came up behind us.
"Family of Nicholas Blackthorn?" he asked. "Yes, I'm his wife, Lena", Lena answered, her voice quivering. “is he okay?” "I’m Dr. Carter. Nicholas sustained severe injuries in a car accident. He has multiple fractures in his legs and spine. Unfortunately, he might not regain full use of his legs." Lena gasped, and I felt her grip tighten on my arm. Seeing her like this, so fragile and vulnerable, stirred something in me. I wanted to hold her and take away all her pain. "Can she see him?" I asked for her because I could see she was seconds away from having a breakdown. Dr. Carter nodded, and I went to let go of Lena's hand to let her follow the doctor, but she gripped my hand tighter, telling me that she wanted me with her.Together, we followed Dr. Carter down the sterile, white hallway, the antiseptic smell familiar yet unsettling. I'd walked these halls countless times as a nurse, but this time, knowing someone in my family was lying at the end made my heart pound erratically.
We entered Nicholas’s room, and seeing him there, unconscious and vulnerable, with tubes and machines attached to him, sent a jolt through me. Despite my training, I wasn't prepared to see him like this. His strength, his command—the very essence of who he was—seemed diminished. Lena's breath hitched, her eyes welling with tears. "Nicholas," she whispered, her voice breaking. She took a tentative step forward, her hand reaching out but not quite touching him, as if fearful her touch might shatter him completely. I squeezed her shoulder gently, providing some form of unspoken support. "He's strong, Lena. He'll pull through this," I said, keeping my voice strong for her. Lena nodded weakly, her gaze never leaving Nicholas. “Do you really think so, Emma?” she asked, turning her tear-streaked face towards me. “I do,” I lied, wishing to soothe her, but my own heart was plagued with doubt. For a moment, there was just the hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. The room felt heavy as if all our fears, sorrows, and worries had settled into the very air we breathed. "I'm sorry this happened to him," I whispered, unsure of who or why I was apologising. Lena's expression hardened slightly, and she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “He shouldn’t have been out driving. We were supposed to have dinner, and he just left! Why would he do that?” I knew why she was acting like this; it was normal for people with loved ones who had been hurt, but it was harder seeing it come from her. I was about to respond when I noticed Dr. Carter standing quietly in the corner, watching us with a sympathetic expression. "I’ll give you some privacy," he said softly, gesturing toward the door. “Thank you,” I said, nodding. As he left, Lena finally stepped closer to Nicholas, her fingers lightly grazing his bandaged hand. “What if he doesn’t recover? What if he never walks again? This could ruin everything,” she muttered under her breath, though loud enough for me to hear. I frowned slightly, taken aback. “Lena, right now, he needs us to be strong for him, not worry about how this affects anyone else.” Lena scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one married to him. You don’t understand the pressure.” I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to argue. This wasn’t the time, and she was just hurting and trying to find a way to deal with it. “You love him, and he loves you. That’s what will get him through this,” I said instead. My words seemed to mollify her somewhat, and she turned back to Nicholas, softly stroking his hair. “I hope you’re right.” The door swung open, and our father stepped in, his expression a mixture of concern and impatience. “How is he?” he demanded, his eyes darting toward the machines as if he could decipher the medical jargon just by looking. “He's stable, but it’s too early to say anything definitive about his recovery,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. My father’s frown deepened, and he folded his arms. “This couldn’t have come at a worse time. The company can’t afford a setback like this.” “Dad, please,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “Nicholas’s health should be our primary concern right now.” He sighed, his frustration evident. “Of course, of course,” he muttered, though I could see the gears turning in his head. He was already plotting the next steps for damage control.Lena turned around. “I want to go home.” She demanded, catching me off guard because I knew that if that was my mate, I wouldn’t want to leave their side. But I wasn’t her, and everyone deals with hurt in different ways, I reminded myself.
The buzz of the morning commute surrounded me as I made my way to the hospital. My thoughts were a whirlpool, swirling with worries about Nicholas, Lena, and the recent betrayal I had uncovered in my own life. The fluorescent lights of the hospital entrance were a stark contrast to the gloom in my heart, the hum and bustle of the sterile environment a harsh reminder that life goes on, pain notwithstanding.Arriving at my station, I quickly stashed my things in a locker and made a beeline for Nicholas's room, ready to check on him and hopefully see Lena there. As I gently pushed open the door, my eyes widened in surprise. Nicholas lay there alone, his rugged face softened by the harsh whiteness of the hospital bed. Where was Lena? Her absence gnawed at me, her empty chair a silent testimony to her continued absence. I stepped back out of the room, determined to find some answers. Spotting Dr. Carter down the hall, I hurried toward him."Dr. Carter, how’s Nicholas doing today?" I asked
I didn't want to go to the hospital. The thought of being around my family, playing along with their deceit and schemes, made my skin crawl. But Beta James had made it clear: Nicholas had awakened and demanded our presence. The word of the Alpha was law, and my feelings had no place in the immediate future.As I walked into the hospital with Lena and my parents trailing behind them, the tension between us was palpable. Lena’s manicured hand gripped her phone tightly, her face a mask of controlled panic, and my father’s silenced rage simmered beneath his business-casual facade. We stepped into Nicholas’s room. He was sitting up in bed, looking healthier than I had expected, but with a stern expression that spoke volumes. Guilt welled up inside me, choking my ability to form words. What could I say? That his wife had been lying to him? That she was already proclaiming love to another man in secret corners? It wasn’t my place, and I had no choice as much as I hated now being tangled in
The world outside seemed to blur as I walked aimlessly, the cold evening air nipping at my skin. The events at the hospital played over and over in my mind like a broken record. I kept thinking about Nicholas — the betrayal he felt, the rage in his eyes, and how he had dissolved their bond in front of us all. It was too much, too overwhelming. I found myself longing for solace in my small apartment, away from the chaos that had unfolded.As I entered my building, the familiar ding of the elevator seemed to invite a heavy sense of relief. Finally, the walls of my sanctuary surrounded me. I dropped my keys on the small table in the foyer and made a beeline to the lounge. I slid onto the couch and grabbed a half-eaten tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer. Comfort food had always been my solace. Digging an oversized spoon into the tub, I let the cold sweetness melt across my tongue, hoping it would cool the turmoil inside me.A knock on the door interrupted the rhythmic sound of my s
Leaving the hospital felt surreal. The world seemed oddly unchanged while my life was getting more tangled by the minute. The thickness of the envelope in my hand was a constant reminder of the complex web of loyalty, betrayal, and duty that now ensnared me. As I parked in front of my family's mansion, nausea churned my stomach. I couldn't bring myself to feel at home here anymore. I hesitated for a moment, running my fingers over the coarse edge of the envelope meant for Lena. With a sigh, I steeled myself and walked up to the door, opting to knock instead of strolling in as I used to. Something fundamental within these walls had changed, and barging in seemed wrong.The door creaked open, and there stood Lena. As soon as she saw me, her face twisted into an expression of pure rage.Her eyes blazed with fury. "What do you want?" she snapped venom in her voice. "Actually, I don't care," she spat out, turning sharply and storming off into the depths of the house.Taking a deep breath,
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