All Chapters of WANTED! KING NOLAN'S OBSESSION.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ronnie’s POVWhen he finally let go of me, the silence that followed didn’t feel normal. It didn’t feel like peace. It felt loud… like something had just shattered and the sound was still echoing inside my chest.The water behind us rippled softly, but even that faded too fast, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat. It was racing...too fast, too loud. I could feel it in my throat, like it was trying to escape me. My lips felt cold now that his were gone, but the rest of my body… my body was still burning like I had been set on fire from the inside.I looked at him.Just for a second.His eyes were still locked on me, dark and intense, like he had seen something he’d been waiting for. There was something in them I didn’t want to understand. Something that made my stomach twist and my chest tighten all at once.I couldn’t stay there.I just couldn’t.The moment his hold loosened even slightly, I pulled away like I had been burned. My feet slipped against the wet tiles as I scramble

Ronnie’s POVThe heavy door of King Nolan’s room clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing in the silent hallway. I was still shivering, my skin filled with goosebumps as the air conditioning of the palace hit my damp body. I held the light robe I had managed to wrap around myself, but it did nothing to stop the cold from getting deep into my bones.The weight of Nolan’s gaze, that final, broken look before he told me to go. It felt like a physical bruise on my soul. I should have felt relieved. I should have been celebrating the fact that I had won, that I had successfully defended my boundaries. But as I stood there in the dimly lit corridor, my hair dripped onto the expensive grounds with guards trying to act like they couldn’t see me, all I felt was a crushing sense of isolation.I stumbled down the hallway, my mind frozen.My first instinct was to head to the room I had been given when I first arrived at the palace. The guest room.I reached the door and pulled at the handle, bu

Ronnie’s POVInstead of replying to Jessie’s heavy and soul-piercing question, tears broke out.The tears I had been fighting since I left his office began to fall.My breath came in ragged, hitching gasps, almost too uncontrollable.“I don’t know, Jessie,” I sobbed, my voice cracking under the weight of a thousand conflicting emotions. “Honestly, sometimes I think the mate bond is just playing with my head, making up these fake feelings to force me into submission. And sometimes… sometimes I feel like I’m drowning, and he’s the only thing keeping my head above water. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”How could I trust my own heart? It had betrayed me once before with Elisha, leading me to sacrifice years of my life for a man who dropped me the second a “better” option appeared.Now, here I was, caught in a cosmic pull with a King who was as dangerous as he was protective.Before Jessie could offer another word of comfort, the bedroom door fell open.Panic clouded my mind, causing me

Ronnie’s POV“This is it!” I whispered to myself once again, my eye scanning the room to be sure that I didn’t forget anything.My eyes met with my reflection on the full length mirror, the same one that was the door to the walk-in wardrobe.I closed my eyes as the cold air pushed through the curtains, my body still shivering from the cold that caught up with me yesterday.My bags had already been taken down and I was just doing a quick confirmation before I would finally head downstairs.My reflection looked like shit. Both from the cold and from the fact that I had spent all night sobbing in silence.I let out a heavy breath before I finally stepped out of the room, shutting the heavy doors behind me.I looked back at the door once more. I could already feel a stinging sensation in my eyes.By the time I got outside, I saw that my bags had already been loaded into the sleek black sedan that sat at the foot of the driveway. I should have been feeling the weight lift from my chest, b

Ronnie’s POVThe black sedan finally crossed into Silver Moon Pack territory, the tires crunching softly over the rough, familiar road that led to our estate.This was supposed to feel like victory.For weeks, I had dreamed of this moment. The moment I would return home.My mother was here. My books were here. My peace… was supposed to be here.The car came to a slow stop in front of the house.For a second, something warm flickered in my chest, soft and fragile, like a candle fighting to stay alive. It dulled the ache of the fever burning under my skin.I reached for my bag. My fingers brushed against the folded termination papers tucked safely inside.Freedom.That was what they were supposed to mean.The driver said nothing. He didn’t open the door. He didn’t even look at me.So I opened it myself and stepped out.The air felt heavier here.I walked toward the porch slowly, my heart beating harder with every step.I didn’t get to knock.The door swung open before my hand could touch