Todos os capítulos de Rejected and Banished; The kids are his.: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Eva's POV. I went to bed that night with a smile so wide that my cheeks ached. The warmth of Nicklaus's lips on my cheek lingered like a sweet memory refusing to fade. I replayed the moment over and over again, feeling a strange sense of excitement that was entirely new to me. Sleep came easily, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel the weight of loneliness pressing down on me.** I woke up the next morning with an energy I hadn’t felt before. Unlike other mornings where I would wake up feeling disappointed that Nicklaus was nowhere beside me, today was different. He wasn’t there, but it didn’t sting as much. Instead, I felt a smile stretch across my face as I stretched my arms lazily, feeling unusually refreshed.Humming to myself, I went through my usual morning routine, taking extra care with my appearance. The excitement bubbling inside me made me feel like I was glowing from within. As I brushed my hair, I allowed my thoughts to drift back to last night. The way

The morning at the crescent Star pack on this day was all about the community work, usually done once every month.Repairs to the old wall that separated the pack's territory from the others beyond, strengthening the borders, and preparing for the changing seasons. It was meant to be a demonstration of unity, though few actually saw it that way. Nicklaus's arrival didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone present seemed genuinely happy to see him, bowing slightly in recognition of his presence. It was what angered his brothers, his attachment with the pack members despite the rumors spread about him. They stood in the background, watching everyone else work while they inspected, it was the usual routine being the king's sons.Nicklaus's, however, was a different story. As he walked toward the group, he didn’t stop to play the role of an aloof ruler as always. He didn’t even look at his brothers. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a shovel, joining the workers with a quiet intensity

Eva's POV. I was already half asleep when I heard the room door creak open.At first, I didn’t move. Just laid there, covered in the sheets. I stirred slightly to check who it was, and my breath caught in my throat.Nicklaus.Something in the way the atmosphere in the room moved when he entered. I sat up slowly, pushing the covers off. The room was a bit dark, but I could still make out his face. I slowly sat up, my gaze fixed on him. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there my heart skipped a beat when I sighted blood crusting over his knuckles like dried paint."Nicklaus,” I breathed.He didn’t even look up, his shoulders were rigid, his coat hung open, and his hands… gods, his hands.I didn’t ask right away. I didn’t say anything else. I just turned, walked into the bathroom, and ran the water.I found one of the smaller towels, soaked it through, wrung it out, and came back.He still hadn’t moved.“You’re dripping on the floor,” I murmured, gently.That got his attention.He

Nicklaus fumed with anger and frustration as he stormed through the hallways of the quarters. The building was familiar, holding the memories of far too many nights spent in the same disarrayed state... fueled by anger, by tension, or even crave for pleasure. It was his last resort; it was where men like him went when the world weighed too heavily on their shoulders and needed a night of pleasure and ecstasy.The last time he had walked these halls immediately after released from death had been under different circumstances, with a sense of triumph and freedom that came knowing he wouldn't be back. Because he was getting married and the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain by cheating with his other mistresses. But it seemed that was too much sacrifice for her. Tonight, he was ready to feed his beast, it's been a long while anyway. And what better way to do that than with Nuela? the woman who had once held a place in his life... who had once known the touch of his lips, his

Eva's POV.It was past noon, and the house's silent, all over the house was so suffocating, I wanted to scream. The quiet wasn’t peaceful, it was stifling,I had been alone since Nicklaus slammed the door behind him last night, storming out of his training hall. Since he decided, again that the best way to deal with our disagreements was to run.And this time, he ran to them.His mistresses. His pretty little distractions. His poisonous comforts, women who didn’t ask questions, didn’t make demands, didn’t fight back when his anger rose like a storm tide, women who didn’t care about him, not the way I did.My fingers were tangled in my hair, half heartedly trying to make sense of the chaos there, but I kept losing focus. I sat on the large dressing chair in our bedroom, before the mirror. I hadn't opened the curtains fully; part of me didn’t want the sun to touch me today. It felt like undeserved warmth.I combed through my curls again. The bristles snagged near the roots, and I wince