Chapter 7

Nicholus's POV:

"I hope all is well, dear," came my mother's soft voice. Always sweet, always carrying a hint of warmth in it. To be precise, it was the only source of warmth in my otherwise icy cold and dark life.

I had been trying my best to appear as normal in front of the guests as I could despite the lingering memory of those eyes carrying thousands of secrets and my constantly enraging wolf. Of course, Mom had suspected something was wrong. She asked me even though she knew that my answer would be the same as I said now, "Of course. Are you enjoying?"

Looking at me, she shrugged as if to say you-know-how-much-I-can-enjoy.

She didn't like parties or huge gatherings. According to her, there was too much politics or negative energy involved in such gatherings and I couldn't blame her. What she craved was a small get-together with her favorite people where she could discuss the affairs of North in the light of honesty.

But hosting such mating balls for the unmated wolves of the pa