Author's POV Kill him. Kill him.The words lingered in Nathan’s mind which was now a battlefield.Since he had spoken to Daphne the world had begun spinning. He was trying to fight whatever it was that came upon him but it was a losing game.He paced the length of his room, fingers twitching at his sides, jaw clenched so tight he could feel the crack in his molars. Blood thirst. That’s what it was. A terrible, maddening rage that boiled inside him and refused to die down and it was towards them.Rosalia and Brad.His fists slammed into the edge of the table, splintering the wood. He didn’t even feel the sting. The voice in his head kept chanting, you love Daphne.The same voice also told him Rosalia and Brad had manipulated him like a fool. And he had let them.He staggered toward the mirror, eyes wide and bloodshot, hair damp with sweat. His reflection didn’t look like him anymore. "I love Daphne," he muttered, gripping the table to steady himself. "I hate Rosalia."It was like f
Rosalia's POVI held my breath behind the curtain, I didn't bother looking at them worried she might spot me. They spoke for a few more seconds, their words drowned in the alarms blaring from the speakers.It wasn't long before I heard footsteps retreating. I peeked out, cautiously just in case and let out a sigh.They were gone.But another sound made me jump, the man on the bed… presumed to be Klaus began growling and his body began to convulse.The other man remained still which made me worried despite the fact I didn't know who he was.His head lolled forward, then snapped back as if pulled by invisible strings. The bed creaked beneath him, bolts whining.Had they done something to him.There was no way to help so I backed up, ready to bolt.But then his head turned toward me.His eyes though dazed and half-lidded locked onto mine.“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and barely audible over the sirens. “Help me.”I froze.How did he see me? I had been silent. I hesitated, one f
Rosalia's POV“Calm down, Rosalia,” my wolf warned within. A flood of questions wrestled in my mind making it hard to breathe. She was right. I had to pull myself together if I wanted any answers.Overthinking shouldn't be in the equation.Taking a deep breath, I stepped softly behind a shelf. Dust and the stale, woody scent of old books filled my nostrils.I nearly choked on a cough, but at the last second, I suppressed it using my hand to muffle the sound.I leaned close enough to be comfortable with the smell and through the small gap between the books, I tried to understand what my eyes were looking at.He was undeniably human. I could also tell by the blood in his veins. It had a different scent from Alpha Kincaid, a mouth-watering smell.I shook my head, my eyes fixed on them. Max stood stiffly, arms at his sides. His head dipped slightly in a nod. He didn’t look nervous or tense, he looked... obedient. That was the word that chilled me most.Judas did tell us Max had been abdu
Rosalia’s POVI didn't give much after his utterance of things, presuming everything goes well that is.Fate had a way of twisting things and making me look like a bad person all over again.With a sigh, I tried not to think much about it, the earlier euphoria of the discovery Daphne might be lying gone.In the end he had once loved her, he wanted to be with her, I might as well be the villain in the situation.They lied about the mate ties. It wasn't anything romantic and dreamy, it was a trauma link. A bond that weaved fantasy into our heads and manipulated us to want one another.Our marriage was and might always be hollow. Those moments we shared were only because of the mate bond.I was half-certain if Nathan had a choice…. If any of us had a choice we wouldn't be connected.My fingers toyed with the hem of my sleeve as Brad drove us back to the pack territory.It was easier to blame someone. But no matter how many ways I spun it, the reality was Nathan deserved better.I had not
Chapter Nathan's POV I flipped through the stack of folders, trying to find the quarterly reports my father had requested. I didn't understand why my temples throbbed.I blinked hard, shook my head, and reached for another file, but my grip faltered. A sudden wave of dizziness hit me, quickly I braced a hand against the desk.“Enough,” I muttered under my breath, trying to shove the deceptive thoughts. But it wouldn't budge. My chest tightened, stomach turning like I'd been gut-punched.I didn't want to doubt Brad.I just wanted to make sure she was safe. I grabbed my phone then dialed his number.“What’s the status update?” I asked, barely keeping my voice steady.The spy on the other end didn’t need clarification. “She’s with Brad, Alpha. They’re in a car. They spent the night together.”My jaw clenched.“Last night?” I asked slowly, voice lowering. “Where did she sleep?”There was a pause, then, “Brad’s house, sir.”Fuck!I threw the phone with a roar before I even realized what
Rosalia's POVI burst out laughing at his reaction. “You needed to hear it too I won't lie”“You said it back?” He questioned sheepishly.“Of course I did, you are always here for me Brad, I will always love you as a friend”His lips formed a small ‘o’ before raking his hand over his face. “As a friend, yeah that's what I meant”He looked away awkwardly. JHe didn't like me seeing him vulnerable, I could tell something was bothering him but didn't know how to address it.“One day we should drink together, I'll make sure to set up a camera so we could laugh our asses later”“Hell no!” He exhaled loudly through his nose, clearly mortified. “I’m never drinking again.”I smiled, but the laughter faded as I studied his face. There was something else beneath that awkward grin. “Honestly,” I said gently, “ I felt guilty, a lot of times I don't bother to ask if you're doing fine but you always make sure I am.”“You don't have to look at it that way, a friend in need is a friend indeed”“Seems