All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Ruthless Alpha Of North: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ember’s POV:For the rest of the day, I took a rest which was quite boring. I never thought I’d admit it but I was kind of missing my mate’s presence beside me. Every time the door opened, my ears perked up to hear his deep voice but it was never him.The nurses visited frequently to ensure I was fine and gave me medicines. Soup was served at lunch and it was a struggle to swallow it down my throat. Dr. Alina informed me that the bad taste in the mouth was a common side effect of certain medicines. That’s why everything tasted bitter and rotten.It was in the evening when I finally heard his footsteps outside the ward. Instead of coming inside, he lingered there for a minute before the door finally creaked open. As soon as he stepped inside, an inevitable smile split over my lips at finally being able to see him after a long wait.Closing the door, he turned around to face me and suddenly went still with his gaze fixated on the stupid grin on my face. He seemed to be taken aback by my

Ember's POV:The next day, I was expecting Nicholus to visit me and discuss the ticking bomb looming over our heads, a.k.a. the mate bond.A ball of anxiety rolled around in my belly for the whole day. To be honest, I wasn't ready for that conversation. For some reason, I still wanted to be free of this mate bond and return to the South.Deep down, I knew there was no point in going back now. My people would never accept me. It didn't go unnoticed by me how no one from the South ever attempted to rescue me. I was sure it was my Father's doing. He must have brainwashed them against me.He must have revealed that I was a witch. Me being a hybrid was enough to turn them against me. I wouldn't be surprised after knowing that my cunning father had painted me as a liar and wicked witch who was betraying everyone to get her hands on the throne and rule the South.On top of that, he must have used this mate bond against me. I could imagine the hatred he must have planted in those people after

Ember’s POV: “You still up?” he asked me in a deep, sleepy voice. My eyes shifted to our intertwined hands. Something told me I should free my hand from his hold for the conversation we were about to have but for some weird reason, I didn’t want to. I wanted to relish his warmth a bit longer. He followed my line of vision and stared at our joined hands but made no attempt to unclasp them. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, “I was here…” “…for the last five nights,” I said in a blank voice. His eyes widened a little as he rasped out, “You knew?” It was my time to swallow, “Yes, I knew every time you entered the room after the lights were off, checked my fever, held my hand, and slept by my side only to vanish early the next morning before I could wake up.” I shifted my gaze to the ceiling and asked aloud, “Why have you been doing that, Nicholus?” He seemed to be at a loss for words as his eyes widened a bit more. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly clamp

Ember's POV: My eyes were stuck to the last words, boring holes in the page. I stared for so long and so hard that my vision became blurry, and I lost my focus. As I tried to process the words I had just read, my mind denied their existence because coming that from Alpha Nicholus was impossible—absolutely impossible. Snapping out of the confusing haze, I read the letter again. This time, more slowly and assessed each and every word in detail. The picture played in my mind, and for the first time, I viewed our story from his perspective, and I was shocked to see how different it was from mine. I didn't fail to notice how concisely he had summarized all that and still included all the important details while relaying his feelings. I exhaled heavily and placed the letter on my lap beside the black rose. Lifting my gaze, I started staring at the wall in front of me and could literally see the words painted on it, that’s how much they were embedded in me. I still found it hard to bel

Ember’s POV:As his words embedded into my brain, another question popped into my mind. A question whose answer I wanted from his perspective.Still staring down at the bloomed petals of the black rose in my hand, I asked with a slight frown between my brows, “And which rose do you think depicts me the best?”He didn’t take any time to think. Instead, he answered instantly as if the words were already waiting on the tip of his tongue, “White rose, for sure.”My frown deepened as I turned my gaze to him, “White rose? Why? What does that signify?” Now I was really curious to know.His gaze softened and the smallest of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he opened his mouth, “A white rose symbolizes purity and innocence and you are absolutely free of any wickedness or darkness. It is also a symbol of love, reverence, and admiration and is used to express deep feelings of respect and devotion, all the things that you deserve in your life.”He paused, his mouth hung open for a momen