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2025-10-18 08:10:00Rhett's POV
I pushed open the heavy door of the ward they’d transferred Nikolai into, the sterile scent of antiseptic greeting me like an unwelcome cloak. My boots thudded softly against the polished tiles, each step echoing louder than I intended, betraying the storm that still swirled inside me. My chest tightened as I saw him propped up on the hospital bed, IV lines dripping steadily into his arm, his complexion pale but his eyes alert the moment they landed on me.“Alpha,” he began, voice low and shaky, but I lifted my hand sharply, cutting him off before he could go further.“Don’t,” I said, my tone firmer than I intended. “None of that formality crap. Not now. Not here. Just… stay quiet about respect, Nikolai. You don’t need to force yourself.”His mouth pressed into a thin line, hesitation flickering across his features. For a second, I thought he might argue, but instead his eyes lowered, and he nodded faintly. I hated the distance that th
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BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 62
Rhett's POV I pushed open the doors to my study, the familiar scent of old books, polished wood, and the faint hint of whiskey lingering in the air. My sanctuary. My battlefield. The one place where I could think clearly, away from the emotional storms of the pack house. But the moment I stepped inside, I wasn’t alone.Killian was there.He sat casually in one of the leather chairs by the desk, legs crossed, leaning back as though he owned the place. His eyes found mine almost immediately, sharp, calculating, but calm. I didn’t need anyone to announce his presence. Killian had a way of filling a room without saying a damn word.“You finally made it back,” he said smoothly, closing the folder he’d been holding.I shut the door behind me with a soft thud and exhaled, running a hand down my face. “Yeah. Had to deal with Colt throwing his tantrum.”Killian raised a brow, his mouth curving into the faintest smirk. “Let me guess—he started whining again about trust?”I moved around to my d
BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 61
Declan's POVI lay there in the hospital bed, the sterile white ceiling above me blurred at the edges, but my mind sharp, restless. Rhett had just left after hovering over me like I was one breath away from slipping into the afterlife. Typical Rhett—overreacting, pacing, summoning nurses every five minutes as if I hadn’t been through worse. I wanted to laugh, but the tightness in my chest wouldn’t let me.The room was quiet now, eerily so. The hum of the machines, the faint drip of the IV bag, the occasional murmur of voices outside the ward—it was all background noise. I should have tried to sleep. My body begged for it, the ache in my bones demanding surrender. But my instincts refused. I’d learned the hard way never to let my guard down completely, not even within walls lined with healers and guards.I rolled slightly onto my side, careful not to disturb the lines taped against my skin, and let out a breath. My eyelids lowered, not fully closed, just enough to give the impression o
BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 60
Colt's POVI stood at the entrance of the pack house, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, my jaw tight enough to crack. The air carried that faint metallic tang that always clung to the pack grounds after tension—maybe it was just in my head, maybe it was real. Either way, it set my teeth on edge. I’d been standing there long enough for my legs to ache, pacing a few steps here and there, waiting for him. For Rhett.My half-brother. My Alpha. My constant reminder that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I worked, I’d always be measured against him and found wanting.When I finally saw him coming up the path, his stride steady, that air of authority rolling off him like it was his damn birthright, my chest tightened. Everyone else might bow their heads when Rhett approached, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.He caught sight of me, his brows pulling together faintly. “Colt,” he greeted, his tone flat, almost dismissive, like he was already bracing f
BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 59
Rhett's POVI pushed open the heavy door of the ward they’d transferred Nikolai into, the sterile scent of antiseptic greeting me like an unwelcome cloak. My boots thudded softly against the polished tiles, each step echoing louder than I intended, betraying the storm that still swirled inside me. My chest tightened as I saw him propped up on the hospital bed, IV lines dripping steadily into his arm, his complexion pale but his eyes alert the moment they landed on me.“Alpha,” he began, voice low and shaky, but I lifted my hand sharply, cutting him off before he could go further.“Don’t,” I said, my tone firmer than I intended. “None of that formality crap. Not now. Not here. Just… stay quiet about respect, Nikolai. You don’t need to force yourself.”His mouth pressed into a thin line, hesitation flickering across his features. For a second, I thought he might argue, but instead his eyes lowered, and he nodded faintly. I hated the distance that th
BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 58
Killan's POVThe hallway outside the special ward was colder than the rest of the hospital. Maybe it was the nerves crawling up my spine, or maybe it was because Nikolai was in there. The man’s presence could chill the air without saying a damn word. I had gone in, bowed respectfully, and given him the message that Rhett was on his way. He had simply nodded, those calculating eyes giving nothing away. I didn’t linger. You didn’t linger around Nikolai unless you wanted him to start asking questions you weren’t ready to answer.So I excused myself, telling him I’d be back when Alpha Rhett arrived, and made my way out of the hospital. The antiseptic stench clung to me even as I stepped into the open air, my lungs burning for fresher oxygen. My boots crunched against the gravel as I headed toward the car waiting out front.I didn’t waste time. Rhett had commanded me to handle the company mail, and Colt was already at the pack house. That alone was enough to ma
BLOODBOUND: The Wolf, The King and The Killer 57
Rhett's POVThe antiseptic smell in the ward was suffocating. I’d been sitting here for hours, and still it clung to my lungs, sharp and sterile, like it wanted to scrub away even the memory of what had happened. My elbows rested on my knees, my hands tangled together so tightly my fingers had gone numb, but I couldn’t make myself relax. Every sound in the room had carved itself into my nerves—the steady beep of the monitor, the hiss of the oxygen, the slow, rhythmic drip of the IV.Declan lay in that bed, his skin pale against the white sheets, his arm tethered to tubes, his body too still. Too quiet. The image of him crumpled on the floor earlier, his breathing shallow, his pulse barely there, wouldn’t leave my head. My chest tightened every time I looked at him.Then, as if he could feel the weight of my eyes burning into him, Declan stirred. His lashes fluttered, hazel eyes flicking open, sharp even through the haze of exhaustion. He shifted slightly,
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