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It was a long night, half of which I spent wondering if I had made the wrong decision in asking the doctor to administer the antidote, which had not been fully investigated.At first, the antidote seemed to make no difference at all but an hour later, he got worse. So much worse, we had to call in Oscar to join Matt in holding him down. Soon after, he started to cough up blood. The doctor said nothing during all of this but I could see him biting his lips to stop them from quivering.The tears started sometime then and they didn’t stop until I was exhausted and had no tears left in my eyes. I had known Kian for most of his life and I had never seen him this vulnerable before. I couldn’t tell if he would live or die and that singular thought terrified me. How could someone who was getting on my nerves mere hours ago suddenly turn into such a mess?Thankfully, the long night passed and sometime before dawn, he calmed down. The medication seemed to knock him out all at once as he went li
I didn’t know when I fell asleep but I woke up in a pool of sweat, my heart racing like a deer chased by a hunter and with a bitter taste in my mouth. My eyes moved to Kian beside me as I sat up in bed and my heart – already doing over a hundred beats per minute – dropped to my stomach.He was pale – too pale – almost as white as paper, his breath harsh. At first, I thought I was imagining things – the sight of him stretched out in bed beside me, stiff and shrunken, was too surreal to be real. Yet, it was.My insides froze for a second and I became immobile but as he stretched out even more, looking too much like a corpse, I had no choice but to move, sleep vanishing from my eyes in a second as my heart quivered. “Kian.” I flinched when I touched his forehead. His forehead burned hotter than an open flame, seeming to scorch my hand. “Oh, goddess. Kian, wake up.” My voice cracked as I said his name, repeatedly shaking his shoulders but he barely moved. “Kian!” I shook him harder, my b
It was hard to describe the life I now led after returning to Kian’s side. There were times when I wondered if there was something wrong with him but it had been a full week since I returned and I just couldn’t place a finger on what about him had changed.“Your birthday is in a few weeks,” he said to me that night as we had dinner together.“It is?” I responded without looking up at him.My twenty-sixth was coming up. My birthday was not something I could forget. It was a day I used to look forward to as a child, but now, as I grew older, all I felt was grief and fatigue as the years passed. My birthdays now seemed like a constant reminder that I had failed. Worse than failing, I hadn’t even tried.I hadn’t lived life. Not even in the slightest.“We’ll have a banquet to celebrate.” Those words made me raise my head, and I was met with expectant eyes.He looked at me with bright eyes as if he expected me to leap into his arms in excitement. The old me would have, I think.“Do I get a
KIAN’S POVIf she had tried once, then she would try a second time. My Natalie did not understand what it meant to give up. In that sense, we were pretty similar. But I would never let her out of my sight again. Not as long as I was still alive.I missed her.It was a terrible, chilly feeling of something missing, something so close yet so far away. While she was gone, I found myself randomly stretching out my arms as if to grasp her but she was out of reach. There were nights when I smelt her scent on my sheets but when I opened my eyes, she was not there. It had only been a short while since we started sharing a bed, but I had gotten used to having her in my arms. She had terrible sleeping habits, so no matter how much she tried to keep her distance in bed, she always gravitated towards me, like a cold pup seeking comfort.All these compounded into one thought - I’d underestimated how much my little mate had burrowed into my life. I’d underestimated how much her presence meant to me.
She wasn’t involved? She had helped me of her own volition? It would make more sense to know that she’d been planted by Kian along with the others but knowing she was not – it gave me a sense of relief. Everything hadn’t been a lie. I’d truly escaped Kian.I’d escaped once so I could do it again.“If it’s love you want, I can pretend to love you,” Kian ran a hand across my cheek, making me shiver.It was a shiver of disgust.I’d loved this man with every fibre of my being but now all that was left was loathing. Disgust. He disgusted me. How could he be so selfish? How could he look me in the eye and say something so vile?It wasn’t his fault.I’d made myself a joke for him so he thought it was fine to play with me like this. Like a worthless toy.I gripped the sides of my head, covering my ears as I gnashed my teeth. He was like a curse. My hands dropped to my sides and for a second, I thought of hitting him, hitting something. I wanted to scream but I held myself. There was something
I was confined to the room. There were no iron bars but every time I took a step out the door, I was met with unfamiliar people who stared at me until I retreated. I hadn’t seen Kian since he carried me back into the room, leaving me with my thoughts.“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Think of the devil and he waltzes in.He’d changed the bandage around his chest. It left me tempted to ask why he had a bandage and why it stayed on for so long but I wasn’t sure I cared much about his well-being at this point.“Are you worried about this?” He asked, pointing at his chest.“I’m not.”“Their weapons were poisoned. They have formulated a new poison and we are yet to find the antidote.”“How deadly is it?” I asked.“As you can see, I’m bleeding out. I’m not sure I have long to live.”My chest pricked as my wolf let out a gasp of horror. I stared at him with my mouth hanging slightly open but then he laughed and I realized I’d been played.“I’m not going to die, Natalie.” He climbed into bed and







