All Chapters of He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Greg's pov The wheels of the wheelchair screeched across the polished stone floor as I forced the chair forward, furious with how slow it all felt. I hated this weakness. Hated how I had to use my whole damn upper body just to get across a room I used to pace in seconds.When I reached the window, I planted my hands on the sill and stared out at the city I once ruled with ease. My pack of which I now only ruled half of it. She took it from me.No… seduced it from me. Vanessa or Nadia or whatever name she had. I growled under my breath.How the hell did I fall for her? How did I not see it?I remember the way she looked at me that first night with soft eyes, like she saw right through the arrogance and scars. She didn’t flinch when I barked orders or raised my voice. She smiled, laughed even, and touched me in a way that drew me towards her. I wanted her to be the Luna of this pack and rule besides me but she had ulterior plans from the beginning and I just realized that now. I gr

Greg's pov I was still staring out the window when he finally spoke.Cleared his throat like he was bracing for impact.“There’s… something else you need to see, Alpha.”I turned my head slowly, the weight of my thoughts already too much to bear. His voice carried that careful tone the one people use when they know the truth might break you further.He stepped forward and handed me a folder.“What is it?” I asked, taking it with stiff fingers.“The financial report. From the treasury. The full debt and expenditure records… for the past five years.”I flipped it open lazily at first. My eyes skimming through rows of numbers, projected growths, declining reserves, pending loan repayments. But then I saw the total.And I stopped breathing.“What the hell is this?” My voice cracked. I stared at the number again. “This... can’t be right.”“It’s accurate,” he said grimly. “The pack is bleeding, Greg. We’ve been living on borrowed time. And borrowed coin.”My fingers tightened around the ed

Nadia's pov I broke the kiss and turned to walk but he grasped my arm and swiftly yanked me to himself. My back body collided with his strong and muscular front body. My whole body is on fire because of our proximity. He caressed his hands down my arms, and my body trembled with his touch. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. Then he placed my hair over my shoulder before caressing my bare back and electrifying my body.His touch directly sends the vibration between my legs, and I'm feeling alive with his touch.In retrospect, my question was cheesy, but I turned subtly after speaking the words, bequeathing Varic my girlish profile. He cupped my breast again, but now his other palm rested on my bottom. His large hands practically enveloped me as he squeezed me gently in both places."What do you want me to do?" I whispered gently, my chest heaving up and down. This is where it REALLY begins, I thought with a surge of adrenalin.I tried to remain in

Greg’s POVThey stood in unison and the scrape of chairs sounded on the polished floors. My eldest brother’s jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line, disgust and disappointment etched into every hard angle of his face. My sister wouldn’t even look at me; she just turned around and walked to the door My cousins just stared at me shaking their heads as they followed behind her and then it was my mother.My mother’s face was cut the deepest. She didn’t glare at me but she just looked tired, worn down to the bone, like I had taken the last of her strength and smashed it.My father just shook his head as he stared at me with the kind of silence that said I wasn’t worth his breath any longer. One by one, they turned and walked out, their expressions heavy with the same unspoken verdict Greg was no longer ours.The heavy doors shut with a hollow thud, and the echo bounced off the walls until it died away, leaving the room colder than before.I sat there in my wheelchair, staring

Nadia’s pov The fortress bustled with so much activity. Servants, guards, and messengers all busy around with the preparations. I also worked from my seat at the long oak table in the planning hall. I scanned the parchment before me one last time, then handed it to the courier.“Deliver it personally to the Red Fang Alpha,” I said, handing it to the messenger. The messenger bowed and hurried out. Around me, the walls were lined with rolled maps, wax seals, and stacks of invitations each one addressed to a pack leader somewhere in the kingdom. I had been told, more than once, to leave all this to the organizers. Let them handle it, Luna, they said but I couldn’t. This was Varic's and mine and I needed to see that everything went well. Pens scratched across parchment as I dictated letters, my mind already on the next detail. Flower arrangements for the great hall, guard placements. The arrival times of visiting Alphas and everything. I was halfway through drafting a list of ceremo