Nicklaus’s POV
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, murmuring some words. Was she expecting something to happen? I couldn’t help but consider various odd possibilities. Could she be casting a spell, expecting someone or something to materialize from the mirror? My mind raced with wild speculations.
Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, engaging in erratic behavior that disregarded her own safety. Without hesitation, I intervened, gently holding her. “Get a hold of yourself, love. You’re hurting yourself, and I can’t bear to see that,” I implored urgently.
“Let me go, please. I’m utterly useless right now. Just let me be,” she cried out, her voice trembling. My heart ached at the sight of her distress, and I was determined to help her regain her composure.
“How can I let you be when you’ve just woken up in such a state? I love you, and I’ll do everything I can to help you feel better. You’re already bleeding; please, stop,” I pleaded, holding her close to me. Her tears fell onto my chest, but I refused to let her go.
The depth of her pain was evident, likely exacerbated by her inability to access her wolf form. At that moment, the only thing I could do was tend to her physical wounds to ease her suffering. “Let me tend to your wounds,” I offered.
Her demeanor shifted, and she seemed calmer. “I’ll go get the first aid kit, but promise me you won’t hurt yourself, my love. Promise me.” I needed to be certain, considering I had no idea what she might have encountered in her dream-like state. The thought of anything happening to her under my care was unbearable-I couldn’t bear to appear weak in her eyes.
“I promise, I won’t hurt myself,” she assured me with determination.
“Thank you. I’ll be back in less than five minutes,” I reassured her before hurrying away.
During that time, I took the opportunity to inform others that she had awakened and asked them not to trouble her with questions about what had transpired while she slept. Their agreement eased my mind, but the ongoing lack of news about my beta was driving me to the edge of sanity.
Returning with the requested first aid kit, I began tending to her wounds, applying various treatments to ease her pain. She winced and exclaimed, “Ouch.”
“I’m sorry. It might sting a little, but it’s the first step to healing,” I explained gently. She bravely endured the discomfort, her resilience a testament to her strength.
As I prepared to leave after applying the treatments, she stopped me. “I’m sorry for causing you worry just now. For a moment, I felt like I wasn’t myself.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me, honey. You’re awake and smiling at me right now. Seeing you well again is all that matters,” I assured her, a warm smile on my lips.
“I love you so much, Nicklaus. My love for you is unending,” she declared.
I found myself tempted by the lure of her lips, unable to resist the desire that surged within me. Our lips met once again in a passionate kiss, reaffirming the unbreakable bond between us.
Stuck in the allure of her lips, it felt like we had entered a different realm where troubles were nonexistent. The connection between us ignited with every touch, leading us deeper into our desires. Despite knowing that she needed rest, our bodies seemed to defy reason.
Clothes came off, inhibitions waned, and the intensity of our connection grew stronger. The undeniable chemistry we shared propelled us forward. The unexpected intimacy unfolded, and afterward, we found ourselves entwined in a shared bath, unable to keep our hands or lips off each other. My desire for her seemed insatiable, and the urge to mark her as my mate grew difficult to resist.
“Are we really doing this again?” she asked, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and curiosity.
“If you’re up for it, I have no objections. In fact, I can never tire of being close to you,” I replied with a chuckle.
“Thank you, Nick.”
I corrected her, saying, “No, it’s me who should be thanking you. You’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”
The affectionate exchange continued, and as we shared moments of intimacy, I couldn’t help but express my feelings. “You know, this is what love does. It pushes us to do things we never imagined, all for the sake of the person we care about. I love you, and I’d do anything to see you smile every day.”
Her response was a simple acknowledgment of my sweet words. The connection between us deepened as our bond grew stronger.
After our private moment, we prepared for the day ahead. She expressed an interest in making breakfast, but I insisted on taking care of her. Her concern for our daughter came up again, the topic that had previously caused her distress. I was determined to alleviate her worries.
“Don’t worry about Estella. She’s fine and receiving her classes as usual. I’ve taken care of breakfast and lunch for her,” I reassured her, hoping to put her mind at ease.
She clarified her concern, mentioning the “stuff” she had previously talked about. She seemed restless, and I was intent on calming her fears. However, I couldn’t tell her the whole truth at that moment, hoping to shield her from unnecessary worry.
“I didn’t notice anything unusual. Estella is okay, so don’t let it trouble you,” I said, hoping to deflect her focus from the matter.
“Did you check on her at night while she was asleep? Did you see what I was talking about?” she pressed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t check on her at night. My attention was on you, hoping for your recovery,” I replied truthfully, withholding other concerns from her for her own peace of mind.
“What? How could you overlook our daughter’s well-being? I need to see her now,” she exclaimed, her frustration evident. She tried to stand up in haste, only to collapse to the ground due to what appeared to be numbness in her legs. I reached out to help, but she refused.
“Are you alright? You need to take it easy,” I advised, worried about her well-being.
“You’re the one getting worked up. Estella is fine,” I replied, my patience wearing thin as I inadvertently raised my voice. The frustration of trying to look after her while she resisted my assistance began to take its toll. I feared that my outburst might damage our fragile state.