Semua Bab He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Varic’s POVLight seared through my closed lids like a thousand needles. My throat burned raw, cracked as if I had swallowed fire. My limbs were heavy, my chest slow to rise. Every breath came like I was dragging it through gravel.Then the beeping was steady and rhythmic.It was a machine and I was in a hospital? The last thing I remembered was clutching my chest and struggling on the floor after I had drank a glass of wine at the ball I hosted. I blinked, vision blurry, white ceiling tiles above me. The scent of antiseptic flooded my nose clean, cold, and clinical. I shifted slightly.Pain. A vicious one. It curled through my spine and exploded in my ribs. I let out a deep groan, my body flinching instinctively before the pain forced me still.“Alpha Varic… Alpha he’s awake!”Voices. Women’s voices. Excited. Relieved.A blur of white and green flitted around my bedside. Nurses. One of them leaned over me, tears brimming in her eyes, her hand fluttering above my wrist like she wante

Nadia’s pov I had been here for more than a week and day by day the only interaction I had with anyone was when my food was brought to me but today the door creaked open and two guards stepped in, their expressions unreadable, but their presence alone sent a jolt through my chest.“Come with us,” one of them said.I didn’t argue. I’d been pacing that suffocating tower room for what felt like forever, heart pounding with every passing hour, praying he was still alive still fighting.Without a word, they led me down the corridors, past tight-lipped healers and watchful sentries, until we reached a heavy set of double doors guarded by two more sentinels. My breath hitched. I knew this place. The royal treatment wing.One of the guards pushed the doors open, and I stepped inside.The room was quiet, solemn but not mournful.The first thing I saw was the council, seated stiffly like judges waiting to pass sentence. Gerald stood near the window, arms folded, face unreadable. But none of th

Nadia’s povSomething stirred deep within me.It started as a whisper low and from deep within me humming beneath my skin like a song only my soul could hear. But as Varic kissed me again, the whisper grew into a growl. A claim. A fierce, primal knowing that pulsed through every bone in my body.He was mine.My mate.The realization hit with the force of a thousand storms. My wolf silent for so long, restrained behind fear and survival howled awake in a single breathless surge. I gasped against his lips, my body trembling as a sudden rush of heat and instinct overwhelmed me.“Nadia?” Varic pulled back, concerned, flickering in his gaze. “Are you ?”“She’s awake,” I breathed. My voice was layered two tones now. Mine… and hers. My wolf’s.Hungry for him.My hands tangled in his shirt, dragging him to me as my wolf surged forward not to fight, but to mark. To claim. To bond. Every inch of me cried out for him, for his scent, his touch, the solid truth of him beneath my skin.His pupils d

Greg's pov The world always looks smaller when you’re staring at it from a goddamn wheelchair.I used to stand at this very balcony and see kingdoms in the stretch of land beyond lands I conquered, people I ruled, fear I commanded. Now? Now I see shadows and ghosts, and a reflection of a man I barely recognize in the glass.My hands gripped the railing, fingers trembling from the strain. Every breath burned in my chest like I’d swallowed fire. The cold air didn’t help. Neither did the silence.Behind me, I heard the soft shuffle of feet.“You shouldn’t be up,” Thelma’s voice cut through the stillness like a chisel to stone. Gentle, but firm.I didn’t look at her.Didn’t want to see the pity in her eyes.“I’m fine,” I muttered, leaning harder into the railing. My legs quivered beneath me, useless as ever. “I’m not some feeble old man needing to be tucked in like a damn child.”“You’re not feeble,” she said, walking closer. “But you’re not well either. You should rest, Greg.”“Rest?”

  Greg's pov  The applause was still ringing when I turned to Thelma. “Take me out of here,” I hissed. She blinked. “What?” “I said take me out. Now.” My voice came out low, guttural, seething. The smile still hadn’t faded from Varic’s face. That smug bastard. Sitting there like a god among men, with her by his side like a damned crown. Nadia. My Nadia. My hands trembled on the armrests. I wasn’t sure if it was the rage or the weakness. Probably both. My whole body buzzed with fury, but I couldn’t even stand and that fact alone made me want to scream. “Greg ” Thelma leaned closer. “Just breathe. You’re making a scene.” “I don’t care.” I jer