Nixx
I sat beside him, told him everything I needed to say. That he would always be my true father, no matter what biology says. He was the one who loved me, protected me, fought for me.
And when I stood beside William’s bed, I didn’t hold back either. I thanked him. For giving me life. For not standing in the way when I made my own choices. He looked so much like Edeline right now—pale, vulnerable, hooked up to tubes.
But he was still here.
And that was enough.
It was 2 a.m., and I was completely drained—physically and emotionally. After finally opening up about everything, I felt like a shell of myself. My mother had suggeste
MaximusA gentle silence fell between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt natural. Even if we were only acquaintances now, I had a feeling that wouldn’t last. Something was changing—growing.Clearing my throat, I slipped off my shoes and climbed onto the opposite side of the bed, careful not to let my feet hang off the edge. She watched me with raised brows.“What?” I smirked, shrugging.She shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “Make yourself at home.”“I will.”A quiet moment passed again.
MaximusI kept my composure. I didn’t let my frustrations show. Despite the torment I endured at my father’s hand, despite the brutal training I’ve undergone, I could take solace in the fact that my mate survived.Still, a part of me wonders if Mirabelle is more involved in all this than I realized.When I first met her, I assumed she carried Alpha blood—partly because of her beauty. I even joked she might be one of William’s bastards. But she surprised me. Her strength rivaled that of an Alpha. Not something taught. Something innate.I realized then—I wanted her. But that night, all I wanted was to be someone she could lean on. She had no one else. And though I might be emo
NixxI sat beside him, told him everything I needed to say. That he would always be my true father, no matter what biology says. He was the one who loved me, protected me, fought for me.And when I stood beside William’s bed, I didn’t hold back either. I thanked him. For giving me life. For not standing in the way when I made my own choices. He looked so much like Edeline right now—pale, vulnerable, hooked up to tubes.But he was still here.And that was enough.It was 2 a.m., and I was completely drained—physically and emotionally. After finally opening up about everything, I felt like a shell of myself. My mother had suggeste
NixxIt took a while to process, especially after living and training with him. I want us to be okay. He’s not my dad—not really—I already have one. But he’s like… I don’t know. A mentor? A strange, fatherly companion? It’s weird.Penny and Conor's deaths still hit me hard. What happened to Penny... no one deserves to go out like that. Not even your worst enemy. And with Conor—we don’t even know who did it.Gaspar? He just shut down. Bolted into the forest, let his wolf take the wheel. I’m guessing he’s out for blood now.And then there’s my sister. Barely hanging on…They
PercivalHe rolled over a machine and gently raised her gown, stopping just above the gauze around her middle. Neon pink underwear peeked through—typical of Edeline. She always had a thing for neon and fluorescent colors.A low growl escaped me without warning.Doc’s eyes darted to mine in surprise. I cursed under my breath.“Apologies, Doc,” I said, voice rough. “The wolf’s a little... agitated.”He gave a silent nod, extracting a device that resembled a scanner. After squeezing some warm gel onto the tip, he flicked a switch, activating the monitor.
PercivalShe immediately broke down, her arms clinging to me as she rested her forehead against my neck.“Edeline will be alright,” she murmured through broken sobs. “But I don’t know about Jack…”She leaned back just enough to look me in the eye, her expression raw with grief. “Or even William… they’re both still in surgery.” Her voice wavered. “Percival, I want you to know—I will always be your mother, no matter what happens. And I’m so sorry about the pen…”I didn’t let her finish. I held her tighter, gently but firmly, resting my cheek against hers. My wolf adored her. Respected her. Claimed her as our own.