ćć°ć¤ć³The moment Damon left his room, Darius moved with silent precision toward Damonās door. His fingers gripped the small vial of spell-infused liquid tightly as he slipped inside, his heart hammering in his chest. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth to shield himself from the potionās effects. Damonās room was impeccably tidy, a reflection of his disciplined nature. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Darius glanced at the closed door behind him before stepping further inside. His gaze landed on the perfectly arranged bed, the pillow neatly fluffed at the head of it. He pulled the stopper from the vial, a sharp herbal tang wafting from the potion. Carefully, he poured a thin stream of the liquid onto Damonās pillow. Using his gloved hand to spread it evenly, the potion absorbed into the fabric, leaving no trace of its presence. Darius whispered to himself. Though unease c
Damon heard a faint sound of discomfort echoing through the hallway. His instincts kicked in, and he immediately left his room, following the sound. It led him to Amaraās room, where the door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, he saw Amara seated upright on her bed, her face scrunched in pain as the doctor carefully worked on her injured legs. Two nurses stood nearby, ready to assist, while the older nurse offered encouraging words. āYouāre doing great, Amara,ā the doctor said calmly, though his voice was firm. āI know it hurts, but we need to work on restoring your mobility. Just a little more.ā Amara bit her lip, sweat forming on her brow. She didnāt want to cry in front of everyone, but the pain was overwhelming. Damon stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. āWhatās going on here?ā he demanded, his voice edged with concern. The doctor glance
Amara was having breakfast in bed while her two personal nurses were seated in the room, watching her as Amara forced the food down her throat. She hated her condition and couldnāt wait to start using her legs. She was used to eating meals downstairs with the twins, but now it seemed she wouldnāt do that for a while. āAre you okay? Donāt you like the meal?ā one of the nurses, an older lady with a low haircut, asked as she stared at Amara with curiosity, noticing she was picking at her food. Amara flashed a weak smile, trying to hide the frustration bubbling inside her. āItās fine,ā she murmured, her voice hoarse. āIām just not very hungry.ā The older nurse exchanged a glance with the younger one, concern flickering in her eyes. āYou need to eat, dear,ā she said gently, leaning forward. āYour body needs strength to heal and for further therapy. āThe doctor will not be pleased if youāre sk
āWhat are you saying?ā Damon asked, confused. Darius nodded. āYes, brother, you heard me right. If you really want to prove to me that you have let go of Amara, and that you want us together, then you have to prove it by getting married and starting a family. I believe Amara will kill any lingering feeling she has for you the moment she realizes you are married.ā Darius said. Damon narrowed his gaze at his brother, unable to believe Darius was bringing such a suggestion to him. Damonās wolf growled angrily, but Damon kept his wolf at bay and glared at Darius. āI have sacrificed so much for you, brother, but forcing me to get marriedāI wonāt do it. If I were you, Iād focus on making Amara fall for me. Now excuse me,ā Damon spat, brushing past Darius. As he walked away, Darius, seething with anger, stormed into his room and slumped into his seat.
The door to Amaraās room pushed open, and it was Darius walking in with a bouquet of roses. He slowly shut the door and moved over to where Amara was lying on the bed, watching him. āHi,ā he said softly, then leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead before settling into the chair beside her. āI got you these,ā he said, handing the bouquet of roses to Amara, which she took and inhaled the scent before looking back at him. āThank you,ā she said softly and kept the flowers aside. Awkward tension filled the air as neither of them spoke, until Darius cleared his throat and began to speak. āIām sorry about walking out on you. I just lost my temper and shouldnāt have,ā he apologized, while Amara remained silent, not knowing what to say. Darius realized Amara wasnāt going to respond, and it got him worried as he wondered what was going through her mind. Amara, on the other han
It had been hours since Darius angrily left her room, and he hadnāt returned. Amara sighed, her gaze drifting to the window where the dark night pressed against the glass. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 07:00 p.m., and there was still no sign of Darius. A maid had come earlier asking if she needed anything, but Amara had sent her away, claiming she was fine. Amara felt pressured and wanted to use the restroom, but she couldnāt move her legs, as she needed assistance. Her personal nurse wouldnāt start until tomorrow, leaving her utterly alone. Amara sighed at her helplessness and stared at her legs, trying to move them, but they wouldnāt respond. She knew she would use her legs again eventually. They were already healing, but it would take at least two weeks before she could start walking. She wondered how she was going to cope with being crippled for the next two weeks.







