Mariah POV
I start walking away when I hear an annoying, pitchy voice calling Nick. I look back and see Mila running towards him.
"Babe, there you are," I hear Mila say.
I roll my eyes, "I swear they are meant for each other, both annoying as hell," I laugh.
I finally reach my classroom and peek through the door window that Mr. Villanueva already started the math lesson.
"Ughh, this asshole made me late," I groan.
"Are you going to stand there or come in, Ms. Cruz?" Mr. Villanueva says.
"Fuck, a great way to start the freaking school year," I think to myself as I'm walking in the classroom.The rest of the morning goes smoothly and fast. Now it's time for lunch. I put my things in the locker and headed to the cafeteria to meet with Rose and the others. I walk into the cafeteria and see none other than Alpha asshat kissing with someone that's not Mila. How can Mila stay with an annoying playboy like him? Then again, she is the same. Since they aren't mates, they don't mind sharing each other.
"Yuck," I cringe just at the thought.
As a cue, I see him look at me and wink. I quickly turn away.
"Bastard," I say between gritted teeth.
I stand in line and wait to grab my lunch. I grabbed a burger, some tots, and water. I make my way to the table and see that everyone is there. Thank the Goddess.
"Hey, what took you so long," says Rose.
"The lines were full," I reply.
"It's crazy we have so many new students this year," My brother says.
"Yesss, a lot of hot new guys," Rose says and wiggles her eyebrows.
I giggle at that, and the guy's growl. So, possessive these freaking men. We eat lunch and discuss how our day is going when I feel a hand wrap around my shoulder.
"Hey, beautiful," Logan says.
"Hi," I reply and blush.
I hear my brother growl, and Nick is holding his phone so tight that his knuckles are white.
What is wrong with these guys today?
"Easy, Josh, I'm just being friendly. There's no need for all this aggressiveness," Logan says with a light smirk.
"Oh, he is good," I think and hold back a giggle.
"Anyways, I'm here to invite all of you to a back-to-school party tonight at my house if you want to come," he says.
"I never say no to a party," Rose says and bashes her lashes.
"We will be there; what time does it start?" Josh asks.
"9:00 pm. See you guys there and see you later, beautiful," Logan says.
He reaches over, kisses me on the cheek, and walks away. I blush and look around. I see my best friend looking at me and wiggling her eyebrows while my brother and Nick have mad expressions. Oh, good Goddess, they need to grow up.
"So, what are you wearing?" Rose asks."Oh, I have the perfect outfit for tonight," I smirk.
I can see Nick fuming from my eyes, but who cares? I am not his property. He suddenly gets up and pushes his chair so hard it falls back. I cringe at the sudden movement.
"What the hell?" Rose screech.
"You good, bro?" Josh asks, worried.
"I'm fine," he says through gritted teeth and leaves the cafeteria.
What the hell is Nick's problem today? Someone needs to get laid today. I laugh at my thoughts. Oh well, it's not my problem.
Lunch is over, and we all go our separate ways to our next class. Lord, I have to spar next with the alpha asshat. It's going to be an extended period. I'm walking to the field where the class takes place. I'm so distracted that I don't see anyone around. When I feel someone grab me from behind and slam me against the building wall.
Mariah's POVThe sound of light footsteps in the hallway reached me just before the door to my room creaked open. My parents were the first to step in, their faces breaking into expressions of pure relief when they saw I was awake."Oh, sweetheart," my mom whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she hurried to my side. "You're awake." She leaned down, kissing my forehead before taking my hand in hers, her fingers warm and gentle.My dad stood behind her, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a rare softness. He gave me a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was enough. He didn't need to say anything—his presence alone was comforting."Thank God, Mariah," he muttered, his voice hoarse with unshed tears. He squeezed my hand before turning to Nick, who still sat by my side, never straying too far. "You've been through hell."Nick, who had been holding my hand ever since I woke up, gave a small nod but didn't speak. His eyes remained glued to me, like he was afrai
Josh’s POVI don’t remember walking to Julia’s guest room. One moment, I was standing outside of Mariah’s hospital room, my mind a mess, my body restless with emotions I couldn’t untangle. The next, I was here, standing at her door, my heart hammering against my ribs like a war drum.The bond is suffocating. It pulls at me, demanding I be near her, touch her, claim her. But Julia—Julia is hesitant.I swallow hard and lift my hand, knocking twice before I can second-guess myself.Silence.For a moment, I think she won’t answer. That maybe she’s ignoring me, or worse—maybe she’s inside, regretting everything.Then, the door creaks open.Julia stands there, bathed in the dim glow of her porch light, her dark eyes meeting mine with something unreadable. She’s barefoot, her hair loose and messy, and the sight of her like this—soft, unguarded—hits me like a punch to the gut.She’s beautiful.And she’s mine.The thought shakes me to my core.“What are you doing here, Josh?” Her voice is quie
Mariah's POVA breath shudders from my lips, my body aching as if I’ve been torn apart and stitched back together again. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, my limbs sluggish, my throat raw. Every part of me protests as I force my eyes open, the dim light above me sending a dull throb through my skull.“Nick?” My voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s enough.A choked sound breaks the silence, raw and filled with so much emotion it makes my chest tighten. I blink slowly, my vision still blurred, but I don’t need to see clearly to recognize the warmth surrounding me, the familiar scent of pine and earth that grounds me even as my body trembles.Nick.The bed shifts slightly, and then his face comes into focus. His usually sharp, confident eyes are red-rimmed, his jaw clenched so tightly I can see the strain in his expression. He looks wrecked. Like he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for far too long.“You’re awake,” he breathes, his voice breaking as he grips
Nick’s POVThe moment I step into the hospital room her parents give me a sad smile, my heart clenches like a fist inside my chest.“We will go home and get some of her things.” Jennifer says and I nod. Her and her husband leave the room leaving Josh and me staring silently at Mariah. The steady beep of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, but even that doesn’t ease the fear curling in my gut.Mariah lies still, too still. Her dark lashes rest against her pale cheeks, her body fragile beneath the thin white blanket. Wires snake from her arms, monitors tracking her every breath, yet she seems so… lifeless.I stop at the foot of the bed, frozen, unable to take another step. My body screams at me to move, to touch her, to make sure she’s real, but my mind is stuck in the memories of the past few hours—the fear, the chase, the moment I thought I’d never see her again.I should have been there.The guilt crashes into me like a tidal wave, drowning out everything else
Nick’s POVThe tension in the air is thick as we make our way down the hall toward the interrogation room. My mind is still reeling from what the two women did for Mariah. They risked everything to save her, and I need to know exactly what happened—and who’s responsible.But something feels… off.Josh has been quiet. Too quiet. His footsteps are heavy beside me, but his energy is all over the place. His usual steady presence feels… unhinged. His breathing is sharp, his fists clenching and unclenching like he’s barely keeping himself from losing control.“Josh, you good?” I ask, glancing at him as we approach the door.“Yeah…” His voice is strained, but his jaw is locked so tight I’m surprised he hasn’t cracked a tooth.But the second I open the door, everything changes.The moment the scent of the two women hits the air, Josh freezes beside me like he’s been hit by a freight train.“Josh?” I say again, but he’s not listening.His entire body goes rigid, his eyes locking onto the small
Mariah’s POV (In Her Mind)Darkness. Thick and suffocating.It wraps around me like a heavy blanket, pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Days? Weeks? Time doesn’t exist in this place. It’s just me and the emptiness, stretching endlessly in every direction.“Is this what death feels like?”The thought whispers through my mind, chilling me to the core. But no… no, I can’t be dead. I refuse to believe that. There’s too much left unfinished. Too many people who need me.“Nick…”His name echoes through my mind, a lifeline in the sea of nothingness. I hold onto it tightly, letting the memory of his touch, his voice, his love, ground me. I picture his face—those intense, stormy eyes filled with worry, his jaw clenched in determination. I know he’s out there, searching for me, refusing to give up.“I’m still here,” I whisper to him, even though I know he can’t hear me. “I’m fighting. Please don’t give up on me.”But the bond between us feels…