All Chapters of He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nadia's pov The night was so dark and although we could see clearly at night, the night had an eerie feeling to it. I wrapped my cloak tighter as we slipped between the trees towards the direction from the map. The safe house vanished behind us in moments, swallowed by the forest, and only the crunch of our boots against the damp soil marked our path forward.We walked in silence, every step deliberate. My injured arm throbbed with each movement, but I forced the pain aside. We had distance to cover before dawn, and hesitation could cost us more than I was willing to pay.The air smelled of pine and wet earth, but beneath it lingered something sharper animal, musky. I slowed, tilting my head, ears straining against the night. Elara caught the shift in my pace and leaned in.“What is it?” she whispered.I didn’t answer at first. Then the sound came again: faint padding, heavier than a deer, lighter than a bear. A lone step, then silence. Something was trailing us.A moment later, the

Varic's pov The days bled together in a haze of fever and restless half-sleep. Each morning I woke with the same question on my lips. Had Nadia returned? And each morning, the maid’s silence was answered enough.On the fourth day, I opened my eyes to find her already at my side, wiping the sweat from my brow. Her hands stilled when she saw me stir.“Alpha…” she hesitated, as though unsure whether to speak.My throat was dry, my body aching, but I forced the words out. “What is it?”She lowered her gaze, twisting the edge of her apron nervously. “Lord Caeleen… he has asked to see you.”At the sound of his name, a chill threaded through me, sharper than the fever that burned in my veins. My uncle. My so-called guardian in Nadia’s absence. For days, I had wondered why he had not darkened my door and now, suddenly, he wished to.“Caeleen,” I rasped, testing the weight of the name on my tongue. My chest tightened with unease. “Why… now?”The maid didn’t answer, only glanced nervously at t

Varic's pov I stared at her, unable to mask the confusion rippling through me. “Why… Why are you here, Helen?” My voice came out low.Helen smiled faintly, taking a step closer, her perfume filling the air. “Because I care, Varic. I heard of your condition… and unlike others, I couldn’t stand idly by while you suffered.” Her words dripped with sweetness, but her eyes were sharp, probing, measuring my reaction.Caeleen chuckled behind her, folding his hands neatly behind his back. “See, nephew? Not everyone abandons you. Some are loyal, some… know when to return.” His tone was taunting, every word meant to carve deeper into my doubts.I pressed my eyebrows together, forcing a weak laugh. “Nadia will come back to me. She always does.”Caeleen tilted his head, a dry chuckle escaping him. “Days have passed, and still no sign. How long will you wait, Varic? Until your strength fails completely? Until you’re nothing but a memory she can’t even bury?”Helen’s hand reached out, brushing ligh

Nadia's pov The bar was noisy and the men were talking loudly as they cheered and drank away. Till now we had not still drawn attention and that was pretty good but we didn't know how long that was going to last for. After a while, the waiter finally returned, balancing two cloudy glasses of water on a tray. He set them down with a polite nod, but his eyes lingered as though expecting something more.“Will you ladies be having anything else?” he pressed again, his tone careful, curious.Elara shook her head quickly. “Just water.”I hadn’t even touched the glass yet when the scrape of a chair against the floor behind us made my stomach knot. Heavy footsteps drew closer, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was.One of the werewolves from the boisterous table strolled over, that smug expression plastered across his face. I recognized his voice the one who had been so loud about splitting the bounty.“Well, well,” he drawled, dropping into the seat opposite me without invitation.

Nadia pov The clatter of plates had hardly faded when Garren snapped his fingers. One of his men hurried over, and with a smug grin, Garren ordered, “Bring my finest wine. The oldest in the cellars. Tonight, I will drink with my… guests.”The word “guests” rolled off his tongue. His men cheered at the indulgence, then went back to their seats, leaving the three of us in the suffocating tension of our corner.Garren leaned forward, elbows on the table, his sharp gaze studying me as though he could peel away my skin and read what lay beneath. “Tell me,” he murmured, “where do two women like you come from, wandering into my city? You don’t look like traders. Or travelers.”Elara’s hand brushed mine under the table, a silent warning not to falter. I forced a calm smile, tilting my head ever so slightly. “We’re healers,” I said evenly. “From the northern borders. We move from settlement to settlement, selling herbs and salves. That’s all.”He narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. “Healers? Hm.”