Chapter 4

Nyx’s Pov

I was still choking on the luxury of Caspian’s home when he leaned in and said.

“What if we sign a deal?"

“What deal? I am not interested in any silly games, Alpha Caspian” I said, turning down whatever he had in mind. “I don't have any intention of being a pawn in your games."

But with that same maddening smirk, he snapped his fingers.

“Maybe you just need to remember what comfort feels like.” He said and stood up.

He pulled out his phone and the next thing was the maids rushing in one after the other.

“Get her washed up and change her clothes and bring her back when she’s done.”

They gently pulled me along like I didn’t have a say in the matter and soon I was out of Caspian’s sight.

I didn’t argue, I was tired, messy, and angry, and honestly…. I wanted a goddamn shower.

I cleaned myself up in a warm bath with flowers, brushed my tangled hair, and they gave me a dress. I was in the softest, silkiest nightie I’d ever touched. But the second I looked at myself in the mirror, my stomach fluttered. It was light, too light. Sheer in places that made my skin prickle. It felt good, I hadn't felt that way in days now.

I just couldn't take a hold of why Caspian would go this far to do everything to make me feel free and comfortable.

I deserve freedom, but it felt strange coming from someone I just met a few hours ago.

Despite the comfort…. My heart bled in pain, nothing would seem better until I had my son back in my arms and those jerks on those knees begging for mercy.

The maids led me to a room. I hesitated at the threshold when I saw Caspian—seated by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a drink in his hand, and his gaze, slow and deliberate as it moved over me.

He was staring harshly at me, almost as if he didn't realize when I entered and I was just there.

I cleared my throat sharply. “Alpha Caspian.”

His gaze snapped up to reality, like he was caught doing something sinful. He arched a brow and muttered. “You clean up well.”

I ignored that. “We didn’t finish our conversation.”

He tilted his glass lazily. “There’s nothing to finish. Go to bed, Nyx.”

“Am I allowed to have my own room, or is this some weird ‘Alpha hospitality’ thing?” I asked arching my brows.

He smirked again, then stood. That same dangerous calm around him made the air feel thinner.

“I couldn't let you go to bed looking all messy, could I?”

“Why did you tell them to dress me like this? I could have had a better thing to wear than this.” I protested, my gaze sharply placed on him. “Is this another game to see how far you can push me before I snap?”

He moved closer, so close I could smell the cedarwood in his scent again.

“I told you I have a deal for you. Whatever I do, you’ll need to accept it,” he whispered.

“No, that's not okay” I said instantly. “Tell me what you want. I’m not accepting anything blindly.”

He exhaled slowly like I was draining out his patience. “The reason you’re here…. The reason why I brought you into my home, is because I need you to fulfill something for me.”

I frowned. “I have nothing for you.”

He reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing the back of my neck. That single touch sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I hated how my breath caught.

“Oh, you have more than you think,” he said, lowering his voice, “Yoi have a cure.”

He was basically spewing nonsense at this point.

“Cure? Cure for what?” I asked raising my brows.

He grabbed my wrist as I tried to step away, not hard enough to harm me but firm enough to keep me in place.

He stared at me straight into my eyes like he could see my soul.

“If you don’t get your acts together, Nyx, you might lose everything. I on the other hand can’t lose. If you want to, fine—do it on your own. But I won’t.”

I blinked, stunned. My heart raced.

He let go. “Find out however you need to. If you're ready to find the cure, I'll tell you what I need it for.”

“I’m not some healer, Alpha Caspian! I don’t know what’s wrong with you or what you need a cure for but I can assure you have the wrong person… I’m not listening to you. I have my son to find,” I said , contemplating if I should try to leave or not.

“You’ll do it.” His voice dropped. “Eventually but first you need to know what you're going to get for doing it alone.”

No mater how hard it was to admit to myself …. I knew I couldn't take down Zade and his bitch alone. I couldn't take back Liam alone from Zade. He's manipulative. I can't go back weak as I once was.

“Go to bed. You'll need it.” Alpha Caspian said, interrupting my thoughts.

He walked out, leaving me there with a dozen questions that burned like fire behind my ribs.

I still couldn't sleep later at night. The silence in the mansion was way too heavy, too unnatural. I suddenly needed air.

I stepped into the hallway quietly and wandered toward the garden windows. Suddenly I heard voices.

I froze on the spot.

Two ladies stood by, I presumed they were part of the maids in the pack. They were whispering, and with calmness, I strained my ears.

“…the Alpha finally found his mate.”

A sharp giggle followed. “About time. Maybe now everything will go back to normal and we'll be at ease in the pack. It's almost as if he has been at war with himself.”

I pressed my back to the wall and swallowed hard.

His mate?

Could that be me? I really hoped that wasn't me.

No. That’s not what this is. This can’t be what this is. Was it a good thing? A bad thing?

“Yeah, snd he even asked us to set a bath for her. He never does that for his mistresses and now he has sent them all out. She's definitely his mate!” another said.

I listened closely and thought, “Does he really need a cure? Was it important?”

I stood there in the moonlight lit hallway, my hand instinctively rested on my abdomen. On the very side Liam kicks when he was still in the womb.

As I stood there, the cold air brushing against my skin.. I thought… .

Is this the way I get my son back?