Third Person POVNick sits in the small prison room, his legs chained to the wheelchair. His face is pale, his eyes burning with anger. The metal bars of the window cast long shadows across the floor. He glares at the door as it opens.Lora steps in quietly, her heels clicking softly against the concrete. She stops a few feet away, holding her bag tightly. She looks nervous, but her eyes are full of concern.“Nick,” she says softly. “I… I came to see you.”He turns his head slowly, scowling. “What do you want, Lora?” His voice is cold, sharp.“I wanted… to talk. To tell you about Nadia,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “She… she’s in a mental asylum. Doctors say she’s unstable. She’s… dangerous to herself and others.”Nick laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Is that all? You think telling me now makes a difference? You knew what she was, and you didn’t warn me!” His voice rises, filled with fury. “You didn’t tell me! You’re a bad mother, Lora. A terrible mother! Do you even ca
Octavia’s POVI walk into the hospital room, my shoes soft against the cold floor. The smell of antiseptic stings my nose, but it doesn’t bother me. All I can think about is him—Eren.He’s lying on the bed, his arm bandaged, a few scratches on his face, but he’s smiling. His golden eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but smile back.“You look way too calm for someone who almost got himself killed,” he teases, his voice low and playful.I roll my eyes, walking closer. “I'm fine. See?” I gesture to myself, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nothing a little love and attention can’t fix.”Eren chuckles, leaning up slightly on his elbow. “Oh really? And what about me? I nearly fell off a roof, fought a crazy wolf maniac, and got bitten. I’m not exactly feeling fine over here.”I sit beside him on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take his hand. My fingers wrap around his. “Eren, you’re alive. You’re here. That’s all that matters. The only medicine you ever need… is me.”He laughs,
Third Person POVEren stumbles backward. The rooftop tilts beneath him. Gravel slides under his boots. For a second, he thinks he’s fallings plunging into nothing, but he wills himself to stay upright. His heart hammers in his chest. Sweat drips down his face.Nick laughs, sharp and cruel, circling him. “Careful, Eren. One slip, and your pretty little wife will never see you again.”“Shut up!” Eren growls. His fists clench. His body aches from the fight, every muscle screaming, but he refuses to show weakness. “You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to say her name!”Nick smirks, stepping closer, eyes glinting. “Ah, Octavia… your precious wife. Do you really think she’s safe? Do you really think she’s anything more than a toy to me?”Eren feels his blood boil. His teeth grit. Something primal awakens inside him, the Lycan inside him, buried under pain, and mental trauma. His eyes flash amber. His muscles swell. Hair bristles along his skin. He growls, deep and low, like a storm bui
Octavia’s POV I don’t know how much time has passed.Minutes? Hours? I’m still tied to this bed. My wrists hurt. My body aches. My throat is dry from crying and screaming. My clothes are torn, my mind spinning, and I can still feel Nadia’s touch like a burn on my skin.I wait, staring at the ceiling, until the door opens again.It’s her, Nadia.She walks in slowly, eyes red from crying but full of something darker. Obsession. Madness.I feel my whole body stiffen. “Please,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Not again.”She says nothing. She comes closer. She’s holding something in her hand, a towel, maybe water. She puts it on the table and then looks at me.“You’re quiet,” she says softly. “Did you finally understand? That no one will love you like I do?”I turn my face away.She sits beside me again, brushing my hair like before. My eyes sting with tears.“Nadia,” I whisper, “please stop this. I don’t want this. You’re hurting me.”Her voice is calm. Too calm. “I’m not hurting you. I’m
Eren’s POVThe car stops in front of the building. It’s old, tall, and broken. The windows are missing. The walls are cracked. No doors. No lights. Just shadows and dust. It looks like the kind of place where bad things happen.My chest is tight. My hands are shaking, but I try to stay calm. I came alone, just like Nick said. I didn’t bring guards. I didn’t call the police. I didn’t even tell my mother.All I know is Octavia is somewhere inside this building, and I have to find her.I walk slowly toward the entrance. The cement floor crunches under my boots. My eyes search every corner. I hear nothing, no voices, no movement.Then suddenly, two men step out from behind a wall.They wear black clothes and cold faces. Guns hang from their belts. Henchmen.One of them speaks. “Nick is waiting for you. Come.”I don’t say anything. I just follow them.They lead me up the stairs. The building is quiet, each step echoing loud in the empty space. We go up one floor. Then two. Then three. I lo
Octavia’s POVCold water hits my face like ice, waking me up with a violent gasp.I choke, coughing and blinking fast. My whole body feels weak. My skin is wet. My head is spinning. I try to sit up, but I can't. My arms, my legs, something is holding me down.Then I realize it, I’m tied to a bed.Leather straps around my wrists and ankles, tight and burning my skin. I tug at them, but they don’t move. I start to panic. My heart beats fast. My chest tightens. I can't breathe.“Where… where am I?” I whisper, my throat dry.Then I see them.Nick stands at the foot of the bed, smiling like this is a game. And next to him… my heart drops. My stomach turns, Nadia.She’s standing quiet, arms crossed, just watching me like I’m some broken thing.My voice cracks. “Nadia…?”She doesn’t answer. She just stares. I can’t read her face.I look back at Nick. “Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Please, let me go. I haven’t done anything wrong.”Nick laughs. “You always say that. Always pretending to be