FAZER LOGINISABELLE'S POVTwo days, forty eight hours, that was how long I'd been sitting in a private hospital suite. How long I watched him lay unconscious in a bed entangled in medical equipment.I didn’t go to work for two days or take coffee snacks from the vending machine, and whatever Marcus managed to bullied me into eating.And in these two days, I kept pretending I wasn't terrified. I hated hospitals to be honest, the smell of antiseptic, and the endless beeping of monitors.I hated the way doctors spoke carefully measured sentences whenever they weren't sure what happened next. I hated when they did that even if it was a good cause for the families.Most of all, I hated the way Conall looked lying there. He still looked pale, and vulnerable, it didn't suit him. I liked the asshole version of him more.It made it easier to hate him, not this completely opposite mess right here. Conall Blackwood was supposed to be the man who walked into a room and made everyone nervous.The arrogant ba
CONALL'S POV"I can't change what I did," I whispered. "I know that, I can't undo the nights you spent alone or the things you had to survive after you left. I can't give you back those five years."My vision blurred. "But please don't make the mistake of thinking I don't regret them." I watched desperately as she wiped her face angrily. "You don't get to decide what I think.”“You don't get to show up now and promise me the world because you almost died. You don't get to become a good man for one night and expect me to forget the man you were for five years.""I know, Isabelle." "Then why are you saying all this?" she asked. Honestly I didn't have a ready and reasonable answer to that. How did one answer that, Because I was terrified of dying, without telling her the truth?"Because I love you." The words left me before I could soften them.I watched as she stared at me as if I'd reached into her chest, and for a moment, there was nothing, no shouting, gunfire, or movement from the gu
CONALL'S POVThe rooftop lights flickered and then once again, every light went dark. A man cursed somewhere to my left while another shouted that his weapon had stopped working.“Wrong woman to threaten." I heard Isabelle's voice, clear and furious, and even half-conscious, I saw that I had underestimated her. She was the owner of Aegis, and had built an advanced technology.I'd underestimated her intelligence, and ambition, and the strength it had taken her to rebuild a life after I'd tried to destroy hers.I called her weak because it was easier than admitting I was afraid of a woman who could see through me. And when she needed me most, I'd made her believe she was alone.The memory of her walking away from my office five years ago flashed through my mind. It still haunted me till this day, the divorce papers, her pale face, and the way she looked at me as though I were a stranger wearing the face of the man she loved.I watched her leave and I hadn't followed, that was the moment
CONALL'S POVThe men shouted in confusion, and I slowly drifted to reality to see the entire rooftop go dark. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of men shouting and boots scraping against tiles.The distant sounds of vehicles driving past down below the building, showing that the city below us was moving on. At the sound of someone firing a gun, my wolf roared inside my head.PROTECT HER.I tried to move, but agony tore through my chest. My fingers dug uselessly into the rooftop tiles, and a strangled sound escaped my throat.Damn it, I could not even lift my head. I was the Alpha King, I survived assassination attempts, pack wars, and betrayals from men who had smiled at my table before plotting against me.Yet here I was, bleeding on a rooftop while the woman I loved fought armed men in the dark. The woman I'd sworn to protect. The woman I'd failed long before tonight. Another gunshot rang out."GET DOWN!" Isabelle shouted, something crashed nearby and a male voice cursed
Isabelle's POVI stood over him, breathing hard and checking if he was still alive. "Oh, thank God." My hands were shaking, as I looked at the tray, then at the unconscious man.Then back at the tray. "Marcus is never going to believe this." I couldn't wait to give him the whole story of how it all went.A gun clicked behind me, and I froze on my spot. I turned slowly, only to see the mercenary who had shot Conall standing several feet away from me.His weapon aimed directly at my head, with his expression a bit changed, he didn’t seem amused or confused like earlier but furious."You've caused enough trouble." he growled, and I swallowed. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing." He tutted his teeth and I knew that I wasn't supposed to say anything else so, I kept silent.He stepped closer. "Drop the device." I tightened my grip on my clutch. "What device?" I managed to say, and his eyes narrowed. "The one you're using to interfere with our equipment."Oh, so he had a functioning
Isabelle’s POV"Conall!" My voice broke as I yelled his name. He didn't answer, and laid in my arms with blood soaking through his shirt, with his eyes barely open.For one second, I couldn't breath, not believing this was happening. This wasn't the plan, Conall Blackwood was a pain in the ass but I didn’t want him to to die.I was already holding him in my arms before I could even realize. "Conall, look at me!" I screamed, he seemed to have heard me this time, as his eyelids fluttered.He tried to say something, but crimson spilled from his mouth, making my heart shatter. "Please." My voice trembled. "Don't you leave me here. Don’t you dare die on me."I warned, imagining how he could die without meeting his children? How on earth could I face our triplets if he died without meeting them?He looked at me, smiling weakly as crimson covered his teeth "You're not allowed to die, you hear me?" I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding."I haven't finished yellin







