Florence’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, nursing a glass of water after swallowing the bitter medicine. It looks like me playing in the rain last night was not a good choice. The fever left me fatigued and achy, providing a convenient excuse to avoid the castle and the impending council meeting, an event I had been dreading. The muffled sounds of arriving vehicles outside signaled the presence of the werewolf council. The thought of facing them, especially in my weakened state, made my stomach churn. My head was throbbing slightly, but the real battle was against the weariness that seemed to seep into every inch of my body. The medicine was supposed to help, but its effects were slow to manifest. I closed my eyes, attempting to shut out the world beyond my room. “Dammit,” I grumbled. I tried to rest my eyes, but today seemed to be particularly unlucky as a loud noise disrupted my reprieve. “FLORENCE! FLORENCE! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!” With a slow, almost reluctant mo

I looked away and I was about to take another sip of my wine when Nicholas discreetly moved my wine glass without looking at me and gestured to the water. I couldn't help but wonder if he somehow knew about my fever. "Council, I want you to look at the screen," Nicholas demanded. In a snap, a picture of a burned land flashes on the screen. Everyone looked at the screen. I looked away, not liking the horrible image knowing that most of it was dead bodies. "Last month, we received disturbing information about the Swiftmane Pack. The entire pack was wiped out, and the whole place was burned to erase any evidence. It's a massacre. It is not a secret that the Swiftmane Pack had been distancing themselves from us. I tried sending my men last year when we received reports of pack members disappearing, but the alpha refused to cooperate. We didn't get any updates, reports, or calls from them for years. It was a silent disaster waiting to happen." "Why wasn't any help sent in sooner

In a haze, I felt the motion of Nicholas running. I struggled to comprehend his words as the lack of air overwhelmed me. I could feel and hear his heartbeat, loud and fast. Was he scared? “Please, just a little more. Open your eyes, baby. Come on, baby. You're going to be okay. Just breathe." Suddenly, as if in a blur, we were in his room. I managed to hear him shouting at someone inside the room. “Evelyn, please help her!” Nicholas gently placed me on the bed, cradling me against his chest. I felt a sharp prick on my arm as someone injected me with something. The room echoed with faint voices, assuring that the medicine would take effect soon. Nicholas gently settled me on the bed, cradling me against his chest. A sharp prick on my arm signaled an injection, and faint voices echoed in the room, assuring that the medicine would take effect soon. "The medicine should take effect soon. She will be fine, Alpha,” reassured a voice. “Are you sure? But why the f*ck is she n

Florence's POV I blinked, the moonlight cutting through the room. My surroundings felt unfamiliar, and it took a moment for my groggy brain to register that I was in Nicholas's bedroom. How did I end up here? ‘You fainted after your allergy attack, remember?’ Nasya replied inside my head. Right, just a few hours ago, my throat had constricted, and my lungs burned, during the tense meeting with the council. I started piecing together the fragments of my memory, grateful to Nicholas for ensuring I was still breathing. A glance confirmed my suspicions. This was Nicholas's bedroom, grand and masculine, with the faint scent of cedarwood and leather wafting through the air. A knock on the door drew my attention. It creaked open, revealing Layla with a tray laden with steaming cups and a bowl of porridge. Her sparkling dark green clothes made me frown. "Hi, you finally decided to join the land of the living!" Layla quipped, placing the tray on the bedside table. I couldn't help bu

We danced slowly, our movements synchronized with the beat of the song. His strong hands rested on my waist while mine found their place on his shoulder. He was so tall that I could only reach his chest. As we swayed to the slow music, Nicholas broke the silence with a question, "Is there anything you want, Florence? Perhaps a gift?" I looked up at him, surprised to find him already watching me. Holding his gaze, I smirked. "A gift for what?" He shrugged. "Um... for earlier." I nodded, holding back my smile, "Anything?" "Yeah, anything." "Alright..." I pondered for a moment, recalling past extravagant gifts that had remained unused. Wanting something different, I suggested, "How about a simple date? Just one day where we can enjoy each other's company." Nicholas appeared momentarily taken aback, his eyes reflecting surprise as he processed my request. Before he could respond, Samantha appeared out of nowhere, interrupting our dance. We both stopped, looking at her.