All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY OURS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nathaniel’s POVThe wind howled past my ears as I ran. My paws dug frantically into the dirt, mud spraying behind me as I pushed my body as hard as it could go. Beside me, Malik was a massive blur of midnight-black fur. His heavy, rhythmic breathing was the only anchor keeping me from completely losing my mind.The savage snarls of the rogue pack were getting closer. Every time I glanced back, I could see their ugly faces, their jaws snapping inches from my hind legs. My chest burned and my muscles screamed in protest, but the terrifying image of what could happen to the baby inside me forced my legs to keep moving.Maybe I should’ve stayed back. But it hurt to think of Malik fighting them alone. I couldn't just walk away. Suddenly, a massive brown rogue lunged from the brush, its sharp teeth aiming straight for me. Before the beast could touch me, a deafening roar shook the ground beneath us. Malik threw himself, his massive body colliding with the rogue mid-air. Bones snapped insta

[ONE WEEK LATER]Nathaniel’s POV“I heard someone Alpha Malik brought to the fields was able to solve the crop issue.”I instantly gulped, my hands freezing over the hem of my shirt. My heart pounded nervously against my ribs, and I wasn't entirely sure how to feel. Agatha was my mentor. She was the one who had taught me a lot of the things I knew about botany, soil science, and healing. Was she angry that her assistant had been able to fix the problem she’d been struggling with for weeks?“I—I just noticed something in the old texts, Aggie,” I stuttered, my cheeks warming. “I didn't mean to overstep, I swear. It just sort of came to me when I looked at the humidity charts—”Before I could finish digging my own grave, Agatha reached across the small clinic table and grabbed my arm. A warm, genuine smile crinkled the corners of her wise eyes.“I'm proud you were able to fix it, Nathaniel,” she said softly, her voice stripped away all my lingering panic. “You've always been special. I

Malik’s POVThe air reeked of the blood pooling on the floor of the Pit. Deep beneath my estate, this concrete bunker was soundproof, windowless, and designed for one specific purpose: extracting the truth.Tonight, a wolf named Silas occupied the chair. Silas had been hired no more than two months ago as a lower-tier guard in the Pack House. He wasn't one of my direct, hand-picked men but his position gave him just enough access to wander the corridors, eavesdrop on conversations, and gather sensitive information.Like the spontaneous decision I had made to take Nathaniel to the fields.“Please... please...” Silas choked out, his voice a ragged whisper. He was chained securely to a heavy steel chair in the center of the room, his face unrecognizable from the absolute brutality I’d spent the last hour inflicting on him.I didn't say a word. I just calmly picked up a pair of heavy iron pliers from the tray, the cold metal reflecting the dim room. Beside me, Jax stood with his arms cro

Nathaniel's POV The polished floors of the Pack House felt unusually cold beneath my boots as I walked through the grand entrance. My fingers tightly gripped the strap of my satchel, a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. Malik had mind-linked me just a few minutes ago, telling me to come to the main building.I couldn't lie to myself. I was incredibly nervous.What Malik had done at the festival today was a brutal nightmare that forced me to remember that my best friend was so much more than the soft, caring protector I usually saw.He was a beast. He was... Alpha Malice. And he could dismantle a powerful Council family with a few words and an evil smirk, entirely unbothered by the lives he ruined in the process.I tried to swallow my nerves, deep-breathing to calm my racing heart. Malik wouldn't like it if he scented fear on me; he hated the idea of me being scared of him. And to be completely honest, I wasn't terrified of him. I was just... utterly shocked. He did that to Oc

Nathaniel’s POV If he wanted to pretend I didn't exist, then so be it. It had been two days since the festival and Malik was still completely ignoring me. I hadn’t done anything wrong, but he wouldn't even give me the opportunity to explain that Brandon had forced that kiss on me. Instead, he’d chosen to let that woman cling to him for the rest of the night. Fine. If he preferred her company over mine, I wasn't going to bother wasting my breath. I didn't even feel the metal edge of the iron trowel digging into my palm as I tightly gripped the gardening tool, aggressively hacking at the weeds in the greenhouse. My anger rose as the image of the woman’s flawless face and her slender hand wrapped around Malik’s arm flashed behind my eyelids for the hundredth time. I didn't understand the rage that seemed to burn in my chest. Why did I care so much? Why did the thought of her touching him make me want to tear the roots right out of the soil? “Um… sir?” A quiet voice abruptly s