LOGINDrake's POVThat night I did not leave Betsy's room.I remained right there beside her even after everyone else had gone to sleep, close enough to hear every quiet breath she took. The room was silent, nearly too silent, and the silence made everything seem heavier.I kept replaying the doctor's words in my head.She will heal… She also needs her mate.That thought kept going around in my head.“Wake up, Betsy,” I mumbled softly under my breath. “You always find a way to recover from events like these; therefore, don't make this different.”She said nothing.Naturally, she did not.Still, I lingered.Time went slowly. I got up from the chair at one point and sat closer to her on the edge of the bed. Though I knew I would rather not leave her alone, I forgot even when I finally lay next to her.I wasn't thinking about Maxwell for once. Or Matteo.I just wanted her to open her eyes.“If you wake up before morning, “then perhaps we won't have to involve him”, I whispered.Just the idea t
Author's POVThe corridor outside Betsy's room felt colder than the other parts of the home. Drake and Nick's silence weighed on them both, neither of them able to disregard it. At the instant the door closed behind them, the pent-up stress within the room finally emerged.Nick faced Drake, ready to speak, but Drake talked first before Nick could say anything.“I already know why you brought me out here”, Drake said in a low voice. “And I'm not consenting before you even say it.”Nick stopped to carefully observe Drake's expression. His tone had no doubt, no hesitation in his eyes. Drake had already decided.Nick, meanwhile, wasn't one to give way lightly.“You know what is at stake,” Nick said gradually. “This has nothing to do with pride or previous difficulties. Betsy is what this is all about.Drake's jaw tightened at her name.“I am aware of that,” he replied. “Calling Matteo back into this, however, won't solve anything.”Drake shook his head.“There has to be another way,” he
Drake's POVLong after we carried Betsy back inside and laid her on the bed, the room stayed tense. Though she was breathing regularly, none of us felt relaxed enough to unwind. My thoughts kept returning to the image of her lying unconscious on the training ground.Staying next to her bed, I closely observed her as the guards softly went around the room.A few minutes later the pack doctor eventually showed up.Quickly he entered the space with his medical bag. His demeanor was grave, the same one he always displayed when called for crises.“Move aside and give her some space,” he said softly.Though I backed away unwillingly, I did not quite leave the bedside.Putting his bag on the table, the doctor started meticulously checking Betsy. He inspected her eyes, her pulse, and her breathing.While he worked, we all sat quietly waiting.With his arms crossed, Nick watched every move the doctor made. Clearly anxious but striving to be calm, Harmony leaned against the wall next to him.I
Drake's POVMy room went quiet once Betsy's voice faded from the hallway, but it did not provide me the peace I had hoped for.Instead, it made everything worse.Staring at the ground, I sat on the corner of my bed, repeating our brief chat in my thoughts over and over again.The manner in which she had kept knocking.The sound of her voice as she attempted to make her case.And the manner in which I cut her off.As I rubbed my hands across my face, a frustrated breath exited my lungs.I should not have talked to her like that.Betsy did not merit that sort of frigid attitude from me regardless of how furious I was.But something inside me had broken when I saw her with Maxwell earlier that day.It was more than just jealousy.It went deeper than anything else. Something nastier.One part of me was constantly asking the same question.Should I chase after her?Betsy hardly ever came to my room like that unless anything was seriously bothering her. The reality that she had stood outsid
Betsy’s POVHaving left Nick's room, I strolled along the corridor, too many thoughts racing through my head. The talk with him had made me uneasy, the more I considered Drake's actions earlier, the more confident I became that I had to speak to him.Ignoring our relationship would not solve anything.I needed to confront Drake and clear things up if he was furious.A few minutes later I found myself standing outside his bedroom door only because of that choice.I knocked and there was no response.I knocked again a bit louder after a few seconds. The silence in the room continued long enough for me to question if he wasn’t around.Just as I was about to knock once more, I finally heard activity inside.Drake's voice then came through the doorway.“Who is it?”His tone was even but not necessarily friendly either.“It's me,” I responded immediately. It's Betsy.“Currently, I am occupied”, he said.Hoping he would open the door, I said abruptly, “I just want to chat.”“That won't happe
Betsy's POVI felt the eerie weight that had trailed us all the way from school still sitting inside the car as it stopped in front of the residence. The whole ride home had been excruciatingly silent. Drake had driven without saying a word, his eyes glued on the road as though nothing else existed. In the front seat, Nick had kept quiet, his serious expression turned outward at the window, unreadable to me. Even Harmony, who usually found something to laugh at, kept remarkably still.It made the brief journey seem much longer than it actually was.Drake marched straight for the home, oblivious to our departure from the vehicle. He didn't even look my way. Just that made my chest tighten since Drake never treated me with that degree of coldness.For a moment, I stood there watching him vanish inside.Something was obviously amiss.Ahead of me, Harmony had already ascended the stairs as we entered the house. Nick followed silently behind her. Thinking, I lingered close to the doorway f







